To you who rekindled The fire that was long extinguished Who thawed the frozen heart Until it was beating again To have the numb emotions Feel again To you who dug the corpse Of a dead poet out of the dirt
You didn't mean to But thank you
For making me feel human again For making me feel I can write again
Love is like taking in an injured bird with broken wings. You nurse it back to health so that one day it can fly again. Finally it did leaving you wishing that it'll someday return your feelings. But there it is flying like a fvckin' b*tch. Heartbroken, but then another chirped and you give in.