Swing dancing Saturday nights
All rusted out of me
Your hands coarse and throwing me rough
Listening to you bawl in the car when I tried to break up
How you didn’t like my laugh
Called it unladylike
Then redressed me
And pouted when I wore the same outfit twice
Still you could throw a tall chick high
And catch her coming down
It was all the in-between
That ruined you and me
Tag: Heartbreak
O, pretty bird
O, pretty bird
Stung with yellow so rare
Do you have a song that breaks the heart
Then makes it whole
O, pretty soul
Flecked with gold
An aura with blinked white edges
What’s your word without your song
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O, pretty poet
With golden eye and one brown blue beside
What is treasure
The right or the left
Which would you pluck out
And sell to me
To fill this hole in my heart
I’ve lost my rhythm
I’m tired
I’m broken
O, pretty bird
Sing to me
O, pretty soul
Speak to me
O pretty poet,
Give me your eyes
AbyKittiwake 