Bones are fragile and they break
hearts are limited in what they take
but your eyes will always remind me
that once you took me and I was left
to wait until the spiral jetty of the
winsom world would send you to my
doorstep hauntingly to sing
come love
come love
forget your life and come with me.
Little bird with broken wings a solitary
but uncaged thing why did your faith
forget me or was it simply that I am
not the Empress for your nightengale hand?
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