a bird I can never catch

I cut myself some slack

every now and then

when your voice sounds so sweet

and there’s absolutely nothing I can do

I tried and I failed

and now every attempt

at this again

ends up in a deep well

where waterworks broke

and where it's dangerously slippery and so

absolutely lonely

and only my imaginings

are keeping me alive

on this road composed of

half-pictures and half-words

where laughter and tears intertwine

with full sun and pouring rain

far away

from an unfriendly crowd

from which I would like to tear you out

and hold tight in my warm arms

when my inner and outer face collide

with your invisible strings

tied to your words

I catch them all every time and cry

that they perfectly match mine

you don’t know this or don’t want to know

how the timbre of your voice

affects my brain coils

letting me dream about being

in the same nest with you

and yet you don’t see me at all

surrounded by other chirping birds

as you are the only one

who I can never catch

I still wonder how

always landing on hard concrete

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