Birds tap at my windows
They sing and they dance
Birds tap at my windows
Singing songs of romance
I sit in my room
Alone and sad
As I listen to them croon
It makes me feel bad
While those pests happily play
I'm alone, and not just today
I have no love to share my stories
I have noone to burden with my woes
Alone I remain, inexperienced and awkward
Without someone to hold me
I act like I dont care
It seems like I'm fine
But on the inside?
I'm a mess
I've never felt someone lips on mine
I've never had a hand to hold
I'm bad at being liked
And I'm sad to like him
Birds tap at my windows
I won't answer their call
Birds tap at my windows
I know nothing at all
YOU ARE READING
Micky
RandomThis is where I go to express feelings I can't to anyone around me. This is my unlocked diary, for strangers to read. Feel free to read, feel free to comment, just don't hate on me, because this is real stuff for me and even though some stuff I writ...
