dark blue silence perching in the nests
like an empty boat floating in the lazy seas
we found nest for our love-birds
but you left mine scarred and wounded
boat paddled to an island
a home for our love-birds, untouched
but the birds were dying, you took yours
and left mine with scars and wounds
i lay my back on the grass, eyes closed
with the nature that lasts
this fear of losing the birds squeezed my heart,
with doubts you left mine scarred and wounded
i'm scarred and wounded, yet
yet my love-bird sings
the poetry
we roved
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
dark blue silence perching in the nests
like an empty boat floating in the lazy seas
we found nest for our love-birds
but you left mine scarred and wounded
boat paddled to an island
a home for our love-birds, untouched
but the birds were dying, you took yours
and left mine with scars and wounds
i lay my back on the grass, eyes closed
with the nature that lasts
this fear of losing the birds squeezed my heart,
with doubts you left mine scarred and wounded
i'm scarred and wounded, yet
yet my love-bird sings
the poetry
we roved