The Flight

by good2begone

The word is used loosely
And thrown around
Like a plane made of paper

To get to know and
Learn about the person
Would sure make it safer

Use it too soon
And the shape of it
Will break

Using it unwisely
Places fragile emotions
At stake

Taking flight
In the classrooms
With sex being the prize

By the time new life
Is the result
It was too late to realize

It’s all we need
It’s in the air
Occasionally at first sight

It’s been known to hurt
And when gone it bites
It turns you around alright

When it sails right
The scent of love
Is sweet

Life in the clouds
With someone as copilot
Is a miraculous feat.