how many times
little birds in my head then
out of your mouth
losing things together
finding reams of paper
with hidden messages
how many feathers
i'm holding this note on forever
to get closer to you
touch me there
wings are beating
two are sitting on glue
little birds get homesick too, up there, they do.
just like me and you
how much further
we read together we find
we bleed and rhyme together too
a year on one letter
but i'm reading it better
and now venice is calling;
''little birds''
the hidden message is this
the hidden message is this
the hidden message is this
