be silent my bird, you tear me apart

you wipe my eyes clean at 3 am	I breathe storms	a song you can barely hear	her beauty broke my bones, shattered my thoughts, tore apart my soul
Hear my eyes speak wistfully on your neck	there is hope everywhere	I fall silent, listening. The breadcrumbs are talking about us	a beautiful little duckling who wants nothing more than to never grow up in the manner of an arrogant swan
only the hissing of the dead	Hold your breath until your heart races; imagine yourself breaking free	she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor	she wants to believe
he calls me monster	she's a terrible child, and a wonderful monster	and give it to me, in the dark, behind shivering curtains	my castle of dreams, always surreal and strong
the difference has blurred	whispers of one scale upon the other	rusty feathers, wings of murky steel eaten clean by age	blood and carnage and her slow ascent
dreaming of gentle dragons and cotton candy	dress the pretty lady, write the stories, design the poems	whispers circles into my neck by soft fingers	Sometimes I don't want to understand people

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