This is a sad attempt at whatever it is we're aiming for
I should have flown away when I had the chance
I know the reason I have yet to flee
isn't fear but rather curiosity and faith in whether things will change
My faith and curiosity are wearing dull, my love
My wings are aching to be shown
& that little string that keeps me tied to the ground is getting mighty thin
My beautiful feathers will be shown
& i know the minute i spread my wings to fly
the hardest thing is going to be telling the memories
goodbye.
xoxo;;bird
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