Anything But Ordinary, Please.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Free Blackbird
You were my blackbird,
I was your feather.
For a while, I helped you to fly,
but now you've let me go.
You are still flying,
I am fallen,
but maybe I'll get picked up
and tucked under someone's hair.
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