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.