as morning breaks, my heart does too
I hear the blackbirds songs of blue...
When blackbird sings a song for him
from snowy perch all crisp and trim...
I know you'll never say it:
those dreaded words, "Me too...
She just wanted
to sit upon a birch of your heart...
I drift aimlessly, through a valley floating, upon...
of hope...
Beneath the senyru of the maple tree
Are male tainted butterflies lost in love...
Dozens of bottles of alcohol?
Left with cogarette butts on balcony...
What is love?
A strong feeling of fondness...
You’ve spent summers
in servitude, hearing only...
I've seen the back of your head
enough to know the shape of someone...
Icy extremities chill chambers
That once they set alight...
Up in the Clouds...
Their spirits together, them both hand in hand...