little bird, lift your eyes,
open your wings
against the sky,
make your mark.
call out your true, little bird.
free. wild. shivering.
only you.
only you.
only you.
I write about Love. Pain. Art. Sex. Passion. Grief. All of it.
I write about Love. Pain. Art. Sex. Passion. Grief. All of it.
little bird, lift your eyes,
open your wings
against the sky,
make your mark.
call out your true, little bird.
free. wild. shivering.
only you.
only you.
only you.
