what is a pigeon to a dove as dull as paper mâshe, you're confused by the way he swims in the sky above the sweetest chirps in the trees end up as a sour parley you saw yourself when his feathers seemed white but you see the grey when it is time to part ways there's nothing to lose if it does not glow in the sun he can fluff his feathers in the rain while you soar in the sky with your beauty and your life unsung there's more to life then flying beside a pigeon who's just passing by, there is someone waiting to float near the clouds with you by his side.
- t.m
if he promises you the stars but only brings the night's darkness - why stand by him? you deserve happiness, don't settle for anything less...