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?

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