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The Sparrow
The Sparrow
Way up in the cedar tree
A sparrow makes her nest
She held the blade close and then
She took another breath
Their Movements were slow
the birds sang so sofly
as they prepared more quietly
their last sorrowful apologies
Smiles faded where she slept
but the sparrow never wept
fed by the frenzied voices
the instigating noises
were just her creative influences
for such beautiful music
There were no more tomorrows
she was sick of her sorrow
Hungry words piling over paper
Rhyming love with lover
Love was sweet like the song of sparrows
He would always be there for her
Dream of never leaving or letting her go
Escaping the pressures of the days in between
Did she know that she meant everything?
Beautiful eyes that he longed for
After the all fights
The swearing, the beating, the lies
But nothing could be said now that
He would not reply
Kisses were slow that autumn morning
When they decided to leave
Both were silent in the evening
they left that place behind
when the families found them dead
the only thing that could be said
was that the parents had tried
weren't to be blamed for suicide
how sweet the sparrow had sung
where their bodies had hung
and the families never cried
weren't to be blamed for suicide
This was written by me. I'd be happy to explain it.
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