You’re the bird on the mountain,
chasing the wind,
carrying no ties,
looking for something you can’t name
I’m on the ground
watching you go
breaking quietly,
while wishing you’d ask me along
The same wind that lifted you
blew out what we had
and I’m left in the smoke
still looking your way.
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
You’re the bird on the mountain,
chasing the wind,
carrying no ties,
looking for something you can’t name
I’m on the ground
watching you go
breaking quietly,
while wishing you’d ask me along
The same wind that lifted you
blew out what we had
and I’m left in the smoke
still looking your way.
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