The Songbird

It burned like a thousand suns

the beeting of horse feet trampling over my acing heart

the ever sad songbird cried over my lonly sole

It was short like dasiy dukes but felt like five years

heart acing like eating too much spicy food yet very delisious

then that stupid songbirds speach about not letting it happen again.

Ranning tears on dry pink pillow cases not knowing how to cope with the hard feelings

his ever sweet words mocking us as the songbird sung its last note

Oh that songbird, ever so sad so lonly  so intune with the love and heartace around her

she's not sinnging just to feel free from the cage of pain

but to educate me

in all she is me, that experanced trapped talanted version of me in animal form

with rainbow wings and soft eyes that see the harsist of  life

trying to teach me but I dont leison, my heart is stuck on a fariy tail

but that songbird keeps whispering the same asd song.