☆𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬☆

𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝

where the flightless birds live
under the burrow by the creek
a world of dark you will see
where the happiest people sob sorrows of woe
where the river of tears flow
where the flightless birds go
the sky a color of dull grey
the ground mud repulsive
the trees grow old of tired and ache
the misty painted clouds cover the stars
and the stains of once happy memories are gone
flightless birds never get far
the dark nights bring such a worry
up on melancholy hill
flightless birds are never in a hurry