I hear birds sometimes
It’s not warm enough for them yet
But every morning they trill the dawn
I give them an audience
For a moment before I rise
And I wonder if any of them sing
Of heartbreak and how could you tell
Pain makes a beautiful song as well
I stand at the door with my coffee
Watching them dip and soar
Wondering how you could tell
When only a lingering look
Betrays a thorn speared heart
I am like you I whisper
Indistinguishable from everyone else
Only my song is a little sadder
And my eyes tell a story of thorns
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