trust the bird.

birds cant be trusted.

beautiful,

but anxious.

sittin with love,

like it can be trusted,

you get closer,

and closer,

and closer,

deep in love.

but birds fly.

& more birds come to take its place.

but in reminisce of its innocents,

no other birds matters,

no other bird could come between

this birds bond

with me,

my heart,

my love.

then again,

birds and people don't get along.