There Was a Bird on the Wire

There was a bird on the wire
(but he flew away)

I once thought that I had a love for this girl
But it turned out that I was
Just another guinea pig
For her to poke at
Through the glass

A kiss to her lips was meaningful to me
But a useless piece of memory to her
And if the relationship had last
I don’t think we would have got along anyway

Not one tear came from my eye when I realized
That she had no intentions of calling me back
Or talking to me ever again mostly because
She was starting to fade
Like a chocolate stain on a white-t shirt

As I write this poem there is a bird on the wire
Staring at me as if he had something to say
Trying to convey a message of importance
But now he flew away
Much like my relationship