Birdies

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So I'm thinking about little birdies....And I think I want them to do what's natural and spread the news.

I've thought a lot, and you, I don't wan to lose.


But when you are down, the little birdies you use.


So open your ears, I'm seeing clear.


I have no fears.


And Baby you were the one behind the wheel.


You let us crash and burn.


The lesson I learned was from the ashes I shall return.


But ill sink our ship.


And of our poison we can sip, in the end ill willingly lose my grip, and walk away.

With scars so deep from our memories ill keep covered.

But I wont be lost anymore.

I've been keeping scores.

And of our games I grew bored.


You hurt me once, shame on me.


Hurt mea again, and to my heart we lost the key.


You were locked somewhere within, but sadly the light could no long seep in.


It got cold and hungry.


But you, It couldn't eat.


I returned thinking we could return back to how it was.


But my heart was already broken, and running is what it does.


So I wave goodbye with tears in my eyes because I now know my full strength.


To walk away from you, when your all I want.

But  harming you is what I wont.

As much as I loved you, I'm no longer weak.

So you can do what you will.

And ill take my time to let our hearts heal.


But I wont shed any more tears for someone who talks to birdies on and off.

I wont allow the birdies to increase my costs.

And I thought I could just forget but after thinking about it, you wont lose those petty ass annoying birds.

So in the end save your words because I cant drop to you level.

I can swoop so low.


I can find my own birdies to fill in the puzzle pieces. Like you had before.


I can listen to what they have say and on the new game I'm tempted to press play.


My birdies could fill my ears till they grow sore.

I wonder what types of lies they'd have in store.

They definitely wont tell the truth, don't you know birdies never do.

But because you wanted to press my buttons and believe a pack of big beaks.

Ill listen to every whisper they had to speak.

I could pretend to believe their lies and break our ties.


And I hope you come to realize all the love you shove away, when little birdies flew your way.





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