A poem for death

Your words kill

I was only a child when I learned ho to fly

I wanted to touch the colors of the bleeding sun

And then I fell from the sky

You never saw me again not even when I returned

You never noticed my broken heart

Or how my wings were burned

But if they tell you they saw me do a swan dive

Off that bridge

Remember I've always been more afraid to die

Than to live

And on the day I disappear

You'll forget that I was ever here

I'll float around from coast to coast

And sing about how you made me a ghost