blue sparrow, black bird

the shadows that they cast

i saw you sneak in to

kiss your dead mother's

lips when you were six

i saw her crying 'lord,

don't take my child'

the day they took her

to the institution

when you were five

she begged for you,

and not her freedom

and our last conversation went like

'there's nothing there'


'goodbye paul,

i don't love you anymore'

and i'm sure she meant

in her life

when you were six

i want you to remember that when you fall

she is there

pulling you down

because it's safer

stretched out

on the soft carpet

and i will say once again that

words can be as beautiful as music only

when they've been written in the sand

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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