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Jul 2014
1/
i say i don't break things so easily
i just tend to make the neat messy

we both know it's not
anything so good to be proud about
i don't because i can't
i am so weak, fragile as early glaze
one touch and i scatter to water

2/
you are the king
and i would like to be your nightingale
but i am the kind of bird
that doesn't sing
i soar high and kiss the sky
for my king has spoken
that i long to fall
and yes i do

you are the king
and even with broken crown
your people still love you
but one thing i know
there will always be
the love that soon becomes burden
i know that being loved is such a burden
you are the king not god
only god greed for love
you greed for work you farmer king
your farmland spans acres
and acres and acres
until you can't recognize it anymore
because bigger picture is always confusing
that's how i long to fall
even when i think all i long
is to tear these wings off
to fall
you say do not for i would fall just because i am learning to fly
and i believe in you
i will fly and kiss the sky
and soar so high so i can see
your farmland from above
smalling and becoming smaller and smaller --

i will take pictures for you
or write it down for you
as i always do

3/
you didn't manage to save the bird
and it died

and i said, why care; it would die anyway
i meant it for i was also a bird
i would die anyway
but i would never forget this regret
even though you said i was right

you didn't manage to save the bird
but you saved the tree and me
and we will die
but before we do
we live
and it's all thanks to you

4/
i do not worry about you, let alone too much
i worry about the me in the east wing
on the tower above the plath heart

she loves thunders but doesn't want storms
and she is lazy even to talk or breathe
but she still wants to explore the kingdom
she wants a journey to the head
not to mess, not to change a thing
only to look around
to come again
later

but the king says no,
there is not pretty and full of anger
not much beauty to find there --
does he really think that she seeks beauty?

let me remind you;
even when i do, my king,
you don't doubt my purity.
Written by
Pea
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   RA, ---, Joseph Schneider, r, --- and 1 other
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