Monday, February 27, 2012

My flightless bird

Huddled in a web of long, stringing thoughts about her
Have I found you, flightless bird?
I close my eyes so that your close
Restless I become when my house is quiet
Have I found you, flightless bird?
All other meaning is disregarded
The only meaning is her
So soft she is and untouched
The thought of approaching you ties my stomach in a knot
Maybe you will see this, so you must know my intentions are as pure as I have ever been
Now I've found you, my flightless bird

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