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