Inspired by the song "talking bird" by Death Cab. Just a fun little something.
It's been a while since you've seen the sun
and you're tired- I know it
[I can see it in your pupils, in your irises]
you're wild still, a feral thing.
And you're parroting my words
Turning them into
mangled, twisted parodies
but what you mean is,
where is the door?
And what you mean is,
Where is the wind?
And how can I find that again, that
swooping and screaming and soaring
[but darling, there's no door; can't you swoop and soar with me?]
And the walls are down, and
the wind is singing, and
please, go [please don't go]
Just take me with you
I can be feral, too.