Toy Bird

Bleeding on roses
For many long years
Once there is blood
Gone are those tears
I was a wind-up bird toy
Made out of toxic alloy
Repeating love, love, love
It looked legit this time
Wore it on my chest
Hoped for the best
And I bled in vain
Feeding my bird brain
It feels so strange
To be fully red again
Can I please change back
And be so proud and vain?
I mean...
No.

Feasted on bland
For many long years
Once there is taste
Gone are those fears
I was a hand-me-down
With the mask of a clown
Claiming my love, love, love
Thought that's what it was
Had it in my head
Wished it was dead
And I ate in vain
Feeding hollow pain
It feels so strange
To feel it and to know it
Can I please change back
And never really feel?
I mean...
No.

- November 13th and 25th 2015, August 02nd 2016

Inspired by one of the most meaningful things I have ever read, Oscar Wilde's The Nightingale and the Rose.

Counterpart to its prequel, August Morning.

"Untitled, October 2015"

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