A black hole formed
Last year in late April
I couldn’t speak a word
My tongue was stapled
The door swung open
My pretty bird disappeared
The sky went agape
A wormhole appeared
I had lost my true love
My heart was seared
Loud thunder, white lightning
It was raining tears
The future was gone
Just as I had feared
No colorful bird
No cozy nest
The phone still silent
What a horrible mess
I’m working hard
On my defects
I’m trying my best
No joy tomorrow’s
My chest is hallow
Love has dried up
It’s difficult to swallow
When I see a shadow
Of a bird, now I follow
It’s never you
If you see a pretty bird
Who is sad, all alone
Be sure to send her my message
Please guide her home
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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery
