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Aircraft of Love

I’m a Skilled Aviator Flying an Aircraft of Love. I Lost the Flight Control, But Survived the Crash Somehow. I Lost my License To Fly again. I never knew that Memories Can Cause such Severe Turbulence. I keep Looking Up at the Sky Wondering if it still Remembers Me. I keep Staring at the Passing Clouds They never even bother to Look down. Sometimes, I think I Shouldn’t have Lost Control. But Sometimes, I think I Shouldn’t have Survived the Crash.

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Jason Jenkins

Date: 8/4/2017 7:51:00 PM

Liked it should have ended it with should have ducked and rolled. Seems to make more sense cause your a survivor.

Harshath Vidheya
Date: 8/4/2017 9:39:00 PM

Makes Sense. Thank You. :)

Mylene Adona

Date: 7/30/2017 11:44:00 PM

Such a wonderful piece!!!

Harshath Vidheya
Date: 7/31/2017 12:13:00 AM

Thank You. :)

Marie Kavanaugh

Date: 7/30/2017 1:30:00 PM

Soar on skilled aviator. Thank you.

Harshath Vidheya
Date: 7/31/2017 12:13:00 AM

Thank You. :)

Darren White

Date: 7/18/2017 3:39:00 AM

I like your metaphor: aviator of love, well wtitten poem. I only have the question, why do you capitalize so many first letters of words? Welcome to PoetrySoup :)

Harshath Vidheya
Date: 7/18/2017 4:00:00 AM

Thank You Mr Darren. I Capitalize to draw more Attention to certain Words from the Reader. :)