i used sit alone and i look out of my window and i'd see the small birds huddled together eating together happily.
well i'd hear them first.
sometimes it sounded like gentle humming the type that makes your sad eyes heavy and your smile finally grow.
but sometimes it got bad. so so bad, the screeching was like wild cats fighting for the tiny scraps left over
and the birds, they remind me of you.
i never really know what is going to happen if i sit and wait.
if i stay watching over.
will i meet soft innocent kisses,
or will i meet those two words that you hypocritically preach.
who knows?
maybe that's why i shut the curtains so often.
