She fluttered her mighty wing promising,
to spy this world and send me stories without a fee. Days passed and passed by me those months of not hearing anything until the day I heard a tweet A form sitting on my window sill, a beak full of hay. The nest was made and she awaited telling me the stories.
I blushed and rushed out of the home to tell you all I heard. Word on the street is 'you' and 'me' have now become "we".
They have all seen us under that old oak tree it seems.
We have been there a lot haven't we?
I smiled, I grinned, I know, I beamed ear to ear.
Thinking about all those coffees and mojitos we shared.
Of laughter and arguments, of gifts and pampering and yet,
I say this without a pinch of regret, "they don't seem to get it"
That "we" is actually just you and me.
Gossips you see, can be inaccurate Potent poison, a degenerative disease, One that will cause, among all things A sever case of heart ache until, All that will be left of you and me is ashes Of that which was once we.
