(Not sure what this is meant to be about exactly. I wrote the first thing that came into my head, like a stream- of -consciousness thing. I did think about turning it into a song, but it doesn’t have a tune:)
‘Every word is a bird on your tongue. And a bird in the mouth is worth two in the hand. It looks like I am spitting feathers again. It’s like I can hear your teeth, whenever you speak it’s like singing. Every breath is like a paper aeroplane, soaring high above, and crashing in waves over my eyelids. You’ve breathed so much your nose is crumpled, or is it where God pinched it out of your face with a finger and thumb? You were the one now you needn’t be so alone.
The sky is like a big blue eye. It’s cold but the wind is my coat and the air is your arms.’