She only turned onceand looked straightinto my eyesconfused, corrupted, captivatedI wasno more wise

it'll makeyou thinkand touch your heart an escaped birdan innocent laugha poem is a piece of art

She only turned onceand looked straight into my eyesconfused, corrupted, captivatedI was no more wise

for some,life is more agonizingthan deaththe hatchlings waitfor the dead birdtill their last breath

there is a bit of methat died todayit’s notwhen I met youit’s when you disappearedyou took my breath away