A blue bird spoke word, never to be heard
Languid and sordid I tried but to be corded
One with and amidst only to exist
I tired to abide, that feeling to reside aside careful not to collide,
Amiss I must exist amongst this abyss left
Dazed and amazed this girl with the praised
Beauty eluding subduing the feelings
Sealing the fate abating us dating or ever
Loving and holding. She was folding and leaving
Falsely believing this bullshit perceiving to go on
And go, so on and so, thinking I’m low, though
She wants not much more, than to adore, take hand and soar
Plummet out and trip; what are those words I’m thinking of?
That’s right. She wants to fall for my love.