Desperation
Desperation, Desperation, Desperation.
She reeks of it
What is the little bird trying to find?
I still chase stray cats onto the street
Desperation, in the form of love
Desperation, in the form of pleasure
2 am on a Friday night.
The bird wanted a nest
I wanted the cat
The bird died in the storm
The cat ran away.
This poem is about:
Me