Blackbird In The Room - Poem by Bragg Adocio
BlackBird in the Room
Feel better, rehabilitation. I'm destined to cross the nation, if my feet would let me fly I'd, run on shooting stars until the sun lights up the nation. Reminiscent of a song playing on your, favorite station.
And we're never stationary, we move, it's sporadic. And we don't know what to do, but still, we go at it. It's like a, forced reaction, for opposite attraction. Yet still we catch traction, top speed, never going back to then.
Always staying focused on the soon to be when, never the beginning, always forcing back the end. Caught stopping at the green light just to catch the red again.
Favorite song playing over, and over, and over again. I make it repeat, because I'm afraid to see the end. You are my beginning, and it started as a friend.
Grew into being so sure that you can make my happily ever end. But this is just the start, like a new years' revolution. No more single digits, that's my new years' resolution. I plus I equals we, and that is my solution.
A mixture of another's love, crazy like an institution. As in, I'm crazy in it. Bouncing off the rooftops, trying hard to catch the moon. Like I'm shooting for the stars and didn't realize it was noon.
I hate to be alone, so I made more room for you. Because my heart isn't as homey without a BlackBird in the room.
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