Bluebird/Blackbird
For you don't follow instruction
She didn’t end up burning it but each stoked a fire inside. Until finally both bodies decided together was more important than wondering and waiting. Not impatience, not at all, it was patience run out. None more left for the thing that both knew could be, would be, should be, the missed and missed connections flicking the mind, and the heart left curious as to why, why, why?
Nothing is broken that cannot be fixed.
Distance only makes the heart grow fonder once the heart has received what it wants. Until then, it’ll keep reminding you to admire once and burn please, because what you continue giving it is not at all what it desires.
** Bluebird is originally written by Charles Bukowski **