One day,
As I woke from my slumber,
I saw my thoughts before me
Transform into tiny yellow birds.
And as I saw them
Flying out my window,
Soaring into the big blue,
I knew they were never mine.
For birds roam as they please,
Rest where they feel,
Fly away when they need.
I did not fret though, while the sun warmed my skin,
for I knew where to search when I needed them.
Right there, on your window sill.
Looking at you rise from your sleep,
Singing love songs in your ear.
My yellow birds are not mine,
For they have always been yours.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC
One day,
As I woke from my slumber,
I saw my thoughts before me
Transform into tiny yellow birds.
And as I saw them
Flying out my window,
Soaring into the big blue,
I knew they were never mine.
For birds roam as they please,
Rest where they feel,
Fly away when they need.
I did not fret though, while the sun warmed my skin,
for I knew where to search when I needed them.
Right there, on your window sill.
Looking at you rise from your sleep,
Singing love songs in your ear.
My yellow birds are not mine,
For they have always been yours.
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