songbirds

 

under the patio

blackbirds go out every day to find worms
i wanted to fly and i will
but first i must go underground
and hide deep

and come up for air
and go to sleep

and love again
and get an abortion
and slow down my heart
and finally come to terms
with the fact i was never wrong

not about what matters
not about you

you let me think i was marla
you let me think i was

forgot the mans name

sliiide