Making paper airplanes in biology

So simple from the outside,

But those folds have secrets to hide,

He was the only one who knew its meaning all alone he retraces the steps under the moonlight beaming,

He recites his first lines "what you cant make one",

He smiles now but hell burn it when he's done,

He sits and reflects for a while a grin then a smile,

She's moved on but he's still in denial,

He drops it into the pile,

He joins it closes his eyes dying in the fire.