So High ((Just like you))

Watch the kite fly to the air.
Like you, just ever so high.
Masquerade your passions for me,
And parade your alabi.

Kites do loop-di-loops.
Tell me, baby, what tricks you share?
Honestly, I'm impressed,
At your capability for a blank wall stare.

Kites falter in their descent,
Sweetly rising up and cascading down.
Did I offend you, darling?
Is that the reason for your glaring frown?

Kites get struck by lightning,
Fall to the earth in a burning crash.
Baby! just like you!
Watch you turn to ash.

**um...okies. >.> not my best, i haven't written in a few days. bene doing other things.**