Your were the feather,
me the flight beneath your wings.
But we were never meant to soar,
people trying to shoot us down...
Your friends,
her plumage isn't pretty enough..
My mates,
well I saw him kissing another girl..
Funny that jealousy makes others
like a dodo.. unhappy that they
cant fly higher than us.
Because the days they said, like amnesia.
We were together handcuffed to each
others fingers,
never letting go.
We resisted arrest ending up in the bedroom.
Feathers flew that night.
You told me I was a masterpiece that only
you could admire, and your friends were
jealous that I
wasn't open all hours...
No i only had private screening in my life for one.
We flew higher than the stars,
never shooting across,
no we just huddled in the darkness close.
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
Your were the feather,
me the flight beneath your wings.
But we were never meant to soar,
people trying to shoot us down...
Your friends,
her plumage isn't pretty enough..
My mates,
well I saw him kissing another girl..
Funny that jealousy makes others
like a dodo.. unhappy that they
cant fly higher than us.
Because the days they said, like amnesia.
We were together handcuffed to each
others fingers,
never letting go.
We resisted arrest ending up in the bedroom.
Feathers flew that night.
You told me I was a masterpiece that only
you could admire, and your friends were
jealous that I
wasn't open all hours...
No i only had private screening in my life for one.
We flew higher than the stars,
never shooting across,
no we just huddled in the darkness close.
