Contempt: The Bird Flies

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Sitting in the dark
Listening to the bark
Do you sit with love or hate
In your heart?
What is to come with the lingering wait?

Sitting in the dark
Listening to the bark
You build a nest
Called it a cage.
Then sit and rage
As you fail to fly
As you fail to say goodbye.

And as you soar in your dreams
Amongst the mountains high above
Are you a Raptor or are you a Dove
Or are you a beautiful bird in love?

Where does your freedom lie?
Is it in the kisses that you miss
Or in the passionate embraces you cannot resist?

Sitting in the dark
Listening to the bark.
Where to begin?
Where to end?
When we just sit and pretend.
That lovers will end as friends.

Will we run until the fun is done.
Or will we run until we are burnt in the sun.
Run run until the storm has come
And in the waves we are drowned in sorrow;
The tears that has washed into the shores of tomorrow.

Sitting in the dark
Listening to the bark
Until there is only silence in that empty room
Evoking memories of the initial kiss and the final swoon.

No more Heart Ache
To keep us awake.
No more clinging to the rope
No more clinging to hope.

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