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The Birds
As my lungs fill with air,
And my heart with sorrow
His words
Like birds
Circle in my mind
Picking apart my being
Crumb, by crumb
Till no original thought
Lay there.
My mind is screaming,
But, my teeth are beaming
My heart is racing
But, my fingers are interlacing
With his
He whispers a thousand words
Feeding the birds
That circle in my mind
Picking apart
The most important
Parts of me.
The birds
Chirping in my ears
As tears
Fall
Flapping their wings
Like kings
Suffocating
The freedom of my speech
My heart beats
For you
But my heartbeat
Slows,
Slows, like the crows
Building their nest
Inside my chest
Till it burst
You burst the joy
Inside of me
From climbing trees
To smiling freely
There was joy.
But now,
There is birds.
Birds circling my mind,
My vision,
My heart.
These birds protect my being,
But, somehow
My being is
Agreeing to fall apart
Piece by piece
Love by love.
Bird by bird.
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I wrote this for my english class, when we were studing Edgar Allan Poe. Although It doesn't quite match his style, and persona... I thought I would share it:)