We are birds taking off in flight
I, a dove
You, a raven.
Signals get crossed
Internal compasses thrown off
We fly in circles ‘til the mourning light.
And as much as I long
To fly side by side
My body is half of your wingspan;
Frankly, I can’t keep up.
My heart races at a pace you’ll never reach;
My love soars to heights you’ll never see
And you’ll never know if I return with the olive branch
I kinda wish I’d fall in love already, I need a new muse