I was busy chasing someone else
when I knew the love dissipated, disappeared.
And then a little blue bird came flying from a big blue sky, bringing a message not on its leg, but in its chirp.
There was another who knew me,
and then he watched me,
and then, well,
I suppose he liked me.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
I was busy chasing someone else
when I knew the love dissipated, disappeared.
And then a little blue bird came flying from a big blue sky, bringing a message not on its leg, but in its chirp.
There was another who knew me,
and then he watched me,
and then, well,
I suppose he liked me.
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