You flew away,
I said " Good day,"
and checked the weather channel.
I swallowed worms,
to hide the germs,
that were left from your white lies.
Having little power
can build feathered towers,
that no man can ever pluck.
We vomited up promises to survive,
And carved holes in wood,
to provide,
a shelter from this love mock-up.
So I am leaving behind,
all the things I can find,
that made us want to fly,
And I hide away
in my wood clay,
wishing "We" would just decay.
-M
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