Sometimes I think I act like a bird
Flaunting and exposing my best feathers
Puffing out my chest and dancing around
Just so she will look my way
Hoping that maybe
I have to offer what she desires
But even if that's true
There are so many other birds
One in particular catches her eye
The one with the biggest and brightest feathers
But my feathers are biggish and brightish too
And I have even more to offer then my feathers
If only she would look my way
She might see
My beak
And the way it's a bit different then the other birds
The way it has some dents and scratches
A bit silly sure
But I like it
She would too
If she would just look my way
But she has looked my way
One or more
She's liked my beak and my biggish, brightish feathers
She's liked me
But
There's always a but
Liked is a word of the passed
This feeling she had
Surpassed
Left
Gone
She liked me
But I wasn't enough for satisfaction
I never will never be able to
Grasp her attraction
Even when she looks my way
