The falling sun screams
In silent desperation
As darkness creeps in.
A sudden flutter
He flew from his gilded cage
I hope she like birds
A happy ending
is half a story that ends
pre complications
Feisty little bird
Singing a shrill song of love
Spoiling my morning
He’s in love with her.
She’s married to another.
It’s complicated.
Turned a hundred bucks
Into a bottle of wine.
Tonight I’m Jesus.
Sins of my father.
Pieces of my broken dreams.
I carry them all.