I wanted to be heartless
so I gave you mine to hold
little did I know you were a bird
and before I could realize,
you had plucked my feathers
whispering they're so astonishingly beautiful
you just had to have them.
Naked and vulnerable,
now enveloped in your absence,
I've concluded you're the type
to fly south for the winter.
Now each night I wait
looking at a sky that never fails
to bitterly remind me of you
and I pray for shooting stars to rain
so I can perpetually wish
that one day
you'll come back to me.