Two little birds lost in the air. Flying nowhere without a care. Sooner or later they will be found. Scared of the flock of people around. They hide until sunlight goes away. For the midnight mist will comfort they. The two little birds start to fight. And one is gone with the wind, nowhere in sight. The bird was once was so happy but started to gloom. The shade of grey not leaving its heart. Betrayal is something that's on the chart of things that make dark art. For the bird will never love. Cause the bird is afraid of pain. Or anything that'll get it to feel again. It's feeling were to loud to ever be written down. And saying them out loud only caused commotion from everyone around. Love was never easy. Since anyone who promised to stay left when the weather got breezy. And the trust that was once placed in the others hands got crushed. Leaving nothing but particles of dust. Locked in a little cave the bird begins to cry. Isolation made them go away but the pain was still felt inside. For years the bird tried to be independent. But yearned for the help of others protection. Fighting too hard to be strong always felt wrong. Now the bird slowly decays. Wishing she had spent her time in a happy state. Instead of pushing all her emotions away.