Fly away bird, fly away.
On the wings the air flows,
They lift you up with huffs and blows.
The sparrow eats it up and wants it to stay.
The wind will stop.
The sparrow will fall.
Spinning, whirling, tumbling far.
Make it stop, this cycle of pride.
The only way is in your heart.
Love thy self,
The wind always blows.
I wrote this to describe when he needed other peoples praise and attention to make himself feel good and important. If he would realized, he could love himself, that feeling would never go away.
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Poison is what you are
I want to drink
Addiction to my heart
I want to eat
Fill my veins with it
I want to sleep
Awake in the night
I want more
When I wrote this, I knew I was 'addicted' to making my relationship work. The harder I tried the more helpless the situation seemed. I knew it was bad, but I wanted to make it work. Even though it was poison, I felt a desire to keep trying.
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