My heart can't quite configure
To keep it all or pull the trigger
My mind can't quite figure
To leave it all or to keep the pressure

Hmmm, I struggle
Nothing to see, nothing to fumble
Watch my lips as I try to mumble
You're the prize, feel the rumble!

I try I try, I cannot deny
My heart yearns for her, so much I could cry
If you could see the vision, by all means do pry
The love I'd give, so good it'll light up the sky.

birds.

remember?,
drawing them
against white skies,
two lines
graffited,
an awe
to the kids we were...?

i really
love birds,
their chirping a
winged colourway.

early morning,
a robin,
dark orange chest,
dead,
laying there,
on the door step.

i never remember
that birds do die
and their flight.