whistling around these birds they mess with our fingers, tangled up.
transpire living for one word they can sing in our ears.
clamoring and tripping over ourselves for you strutting in our eyes, you know you do it well.
It's so fickle like losing our threads in the wind.
shallow skin, shedding it for the wheeling moon.
you walk around like you once own a crown.
there it is gathering rides on your pant leg.
humping you now, for that's what shook you down.
and i see you around slithering on the naked ground.
coughing and shaking, that's the body for you now.
surfacing now from the covers you hone.
dancing off your pride from all those mediocre nights.
eschewing that from the bark of your bone.
hardening up cause that's what fills your cup.
do you feel better now.
with all you built up so proud.
is that what you decided to tug on.