Pretty Bird
She was always my pretty bird an not once did I ignore her signs she was giving. I had her back when people tore her apart and I never began to wonder if she had mine. We were the roots, but in the dark, we were the seeds. It seemed I was the beginning of her and she was the beginning of me.
We began to become a desert while she slowly became million tiny grains of "what if" by herself, but we were building something strong or so I thought. At some point, she stopped answering so I became to know her as the last ring before the voicemail.
She was my friend, but maybe that was just in my head because, the eternity I had of her and I was slowly losing touch. Guess forever didn't mean much to her. I'm crazy as she makes me feel because, I was titanium while she was a paper doll.
She could never see or understand how much I needed her, but I realized, that cape she wore was never made for two. She just keeps getting weird with. I know she thinks I'm psychic coming, just thought we had time.
I thought her and I were the roots, but now I see im a tree she wont ever be able to climb, but pretty birds like her dont stay long and thats all she's been showing me.
Copyright © Stevie Yost | Year Posted 2015
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