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birds Part one
confessions in the early hours
as we lay in your bed
getting things off my chest
spewing from my lips
releasing them from my head
your reactions are forgivable
as my actions seem to be
a girl lost in the past
struggling today to just be
your still here
lingering in my sins
confusing me with the girl
i use to be
and who you think
i may be now
enter twining your insecurities
like vine
they grow
and grow
your mind racing thru trap doors
but as quickly as it seems
your taking me
in your arms
begging for release
im a bird
therefore so are you
what can we do with broken wings?
