Bird

I’m free
I’m a bird
in the sky,
heaven’s worth,
all thy disguise;

I’ll try to hide
in the clouds,
but my wings urge
me to soar,
soar up high
then down below;

Where the grass is green,
where the roses grow
I feel so free
I’m a bird
so come on lover,
come be with me;

Be as free as me
in a world so pure
as the images in my mind implore
to control the sweet words;
I want to adore,
adore you till the day you die;

In the green grass
Below...Where the roses grow.

Canvas

I look in the middle
and I see your face;
specks of black,
splattered on a white canvas.

I don’t look away
I cry tears—begging it—
to stop the demons in you,
to go away,
but I’d never leave you;
I’ll be the purest being you own.

I look in the middle
and I see me too;
specks of black,
drawn with a shaky hand,
mixed in with the reddest red,
splattered on this virgin canvas.

I see you.
I bleed your blood.
But I’ll be the purest being you’ll ever own.