The crow
Is the animal I always wanted to be…
The crow
Is the bottle up emotion, that’s hidden inside my soul…
The crow
Is the lock, shade less colors of my distant heart…
The crow
Is the nightmare of what my dreams use to be…
The crow
Is just one of the many gifts of God…
The crow
Is just the happiness of a lost sadness within life…
The crow
Is just the animal I always wanted to be…
Only looking upon me,
So black…
So cold…
So lonely…
Without a care
With no hope of death…
Picturing myself as the false reflection, of what the crow wanted to be.
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