timbrel timbrel
makes my heart tremble, tremble, tremble
shaking shaping, all the molds are starting to break
all the holes that started to gape
gonna patch up like we never fell apart
open the satchel empty the fragments
got something stronger than glue u u
you don't need a black spell to feel okay
if you need a hand, I will give you mine
no matter how broken you think you are
let me give your heart a smile
a little kiss, some abyss, little bliss, like this
I wanna hear your heartbeat like this
don't hide your words. there's no need to lie
I wanna hear your chest like a timbrel, timbrel
come make my heart tremble tremble tremble
the heart will make the most terrific sound
let it show, come fourth, and keep the beat in line
if you would, you would make it all completely fine 329pm
timbrel timbrel let it tremble tremble no trouble trouble
no false pre conditions, no imaginary promises
YOU ARE READING
the bird who couldn't sing
Poetryonly the moon has heard and the walls echoed back what the feathers concealed, torn up beneath the notes out of tune and the beak freightened shut stepping a few inches back fore these wings don't take flight opening one feather lead to another pree...
