birdie that flew away

you know that knick that bugs you in your brain to do something? let's call it a birdie. I kept ignoring that birdie, letting the voice fade away. one day I just didn't hear. where is the birdie that flew away? I dunno. Did she grow tired of my constant blows to go away? did…

Weak in your love

You. It's all I can think about sometimes. Why you though? Why does the heart want the person who I can't have? It's puzzling how you really can't control the way you feel for someone because it's not the things you do for me. It's the way you see the world. The way you breathe.…