Paper planes

I'm sitting here and reading all the poems
I wrote about you a hundred years ago,
And I just smile cause everything's forgotten
And nothing seems important anymore.

I really try to live through this again,
To feel this love and hatred like before
When I was full of happiness and pain
But now it's not important anymore.

With every single line I ask myself:
Am I so heartless or am I just not sure
If all these poems ever had their sense
Cause now they're not important anymore.

These questions are never gonna end
And I don't know what answers I look for,
So I'll just make these poems paper planes
And let them fly away. Don't need them anymore.