a song
i write it, weaving my heart's musings into it,
open my window,
and sing
and sing
i imagine my voice catching to the wind,
taking flight as a bird flutters to find a home,
on its way
to you
to you
the wind slows and the winter air
grasps the song i sing
it is torn from the sky and
my throat burns with negativeemotions
the choir of birds do not mind
they carry their song onwards
but mine
mine
m ine
mine,
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
a song
i write it, weaving my heart's musings into it,
open my window,
and sing
and sing
i imagine my voice catching to the wind,
taking flight as a bird flutters to find a home,
on its way
to you
to you
the wind slows and the winter air
grasps the song i sing
it is torn from the sky and
my throat burns with negativeemotions
the choir of birds do not mind
they carry their song onwards
but mine
mine
m ine
mine,
