Monday, November 26, 2012

We the birds

I have written poems about death
As if it’s a pill for sorrow
But more so it’s an unknown beginning
I am in love with the thought of death
My love is deeper than vacation
If I die tomorrow I will leave pictures of my youth
As I just began wishing for another life
And while I was here I was soaring
I never wished to be a bird
As birds where flying with me
And they thought I was them but with feet
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