Heavy wings

Heavy Wings
~Miss A

Calmly waiting for my brain to be eaten by a bug,
To enter through the precious and slurp down the fresh,
Make the rotten only to be left, leaving you looking sick,
For the remaining crumbles left, deserve to be in a dustbin.
Oh lord, what has happened to my heart?
Is the gut false or is it the past?
I ask myself questions and then I make notes,
I change the worst before you can notice.

All just to be perfect, but yet why do you not know this.
The 18th century has come down falling on me,
Restricted height of the stockings, ‘n you’re livin’ so free.
I fell in a pit, and I’m screaming out, yet to be heard.
I feel like I am loosing, but I’m attached to the rope with the rock,
Will I fall? Of-course not; but please be there to see if I slip,
I am calm like the sea, but I’ve silenced my waves for you
Would like to throw a rock? I can take until you ain’t leaving.

What I declared can never be compared, yet you’re back to the shop,
The shore is all here, to be explored, waiting for you to take a dive,
Yet you stay there for the thunder, baby the actual thunder is yet to fall.
A wave so decent, it will take you, along the juice that you’re enjoying,
And when I’ll be silent again, there will be a hit of grim playing on my lips.
The happiness to sink a boat to the deep the bottom, somewhere you can’t reach,
And would never be able to retrieve the gold, and I’ll be washed along with it.
I will be laughing when I hear birds caw stories of pain, in their heavy wings.

The will be singing melodies like grievances, can’t fly again to the heights,
Their eyes will be filled of introspect wondering if they knew real fear of hunt,
No place to hide, so agile on the feet, yet so tracked, the beauty only eye-catching.
Didn’t we connect the dots in one line, how did you find a way with a crossing?
A game so simple between us, how did you make it so complicated?
Pacify your harmonies, I usually have no words, but now it’s bidding with my nerves.
I found utmost beauty in sharpest of the shells, they say it cuts sand,
The sand you can’t hold in hand, but hush; falls so nonchalantly through the glass.

I was so happy, with the knows we are bound with to be bound only twice,
But it seems the weight you put is replicating with the wind,
Not your fault, you I don’t know how to explain you this bitter equity,
I took a test and they told me insecurity is being too bubbly.
I lately agree, I feel the bell gong thong . Should’ve sharpened my shells.
The razor’s piercing me apart from inside, and I was looking for your tickets.
Now I wanna be there, make sure what you connected with doesn’t exist.
I can’t manage to think of thoughts of you being there, where you won’t ever.

Did I do it wrong? For I hear news when I was bragging about you,
Now I wanna prick a beautiful flower, then I wanna slice it in two equal part.
I wanna tarnish it, I wanna see the yellow melt to brutal shades of nothing,
They say the core of the cold cold sea, the coldest sea alive, is warm as a blazing sun.
Take my advice, when I say I don’t wanna kill you twice, because I totally can.
And after killing you my last hope, I’ll turn colder. My tears are glaciers,
Live the endless life here, in absolute silence, with a story only crippled feathers sing.

⏺


 

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