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Dec 2012
You were the little bird
That taught me how to fly.
That taught me how to love,
And taught me how to cry.

You fixed my broken wings
And I slaved over crafting yours
I thought that with a love like ours,
We'd soar, and soar, and soar.

Until you felt the seasons change,
And flew south to get warm,
I guess I never got the memo,
So I was left in the storm.

Then you came back,
And kissed my lips with a passion I've never known.
And I was pulled right back in,
As if you never left me alone.

Your wing was broken,
And so I helped you mend,
Because I've always been there to take your hits,
Until you're ready to fly again.

You want me to spread my wings
Into your delusional sunset.
But when I chose a different path
You became upset.

My little bird, I live for you
And you have always had my heart,
But you can't stay for very long,
And you leave me torn apart.

So maybe its time to say goodbye,
And we know its never easy,
But how can I make you stay,
If you always end up leaving me?  

So take some of my feathers,
And never let them fall apart,
Pull them out and think of the moments
That it took you to win my heart.

I wish it never had to be this way,
I wish I never had to cry,
But I will keep spreading my wings,
Because I refuse to not fly.
Brooklyn
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Brooklyn
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