such a pricking is her smile ,
as she trickles from miles
and i call her " angry bird "
for throwing wounding word
filled with fire, ready to glow
such was her anger of flow
yet, I see no fierce in her soul
for it was pure as her goal
she stabs me, with her anger
yet i am safe , with no danger
his dream was her, in next day ,
for him , she was first he says
" how could he not fall for her ?"
such was his story of blur
"want to hug you like this in real"
chats with him , promising a deal
to my angry bird , whom I HV lost
amongst the time filled with mist
hugs you, " love you" I scream
and covers my wound but in dream
i see you walking miles away
yet, I m ceased by blurr sway
such was his tale of angry bird
all he did was watch it hard
(their love is out of the world
those who are not destined to meet .)
©kells
K