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Birdcaller Jul 2016
ive called your name for years
but the silence is still all that calls back
those three words i long to hear
are little more than shadows in the past
i wish i could shred them and tear them apart
but they still hang around ******* with my heart
Teenage Angstâ„¢
Birdcaller Jul 2016
id live for you
my tears mean nothing
when met with your light

even now
when nothing seems okay
you are still my everything
im gay and my little bird is hurting
Birdcaller Jul 2016
your feathers are lovely
blue and white and black
stark against the hues
of the desert sunset

your song is as pure
as the summer is warm
although the words you sing
are echoes of another day

i want to fly with you
my sweet little bird
take to my own wings
and make your song a duet
poems written on a heavy heart

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