bizarre

it is a bizarre day you see
i can hear the birds outside and their pleas
and i hate the singing, get down on one knee
to inspect their bodies, they don't seem to be mean
but if they say that looks deceive
than what we have done is a felony
when i looked at you and you looked at me
and the sun spat all our lies and agony,
your brown eyes want to destroy this decree
your legs seek my screams
and my insides fill with your injury
you pick up a rose and make it disappear
it's not clear
that was mine, though you could unwind
this mind of yours that twists
yet you only care to use your fists,
and the trees branches are longer than you'd like
for you know you two are common inside
always stretching it, and setting everyone aside
i think that you should reside in the dirt
so that you can't hurt
me and the seeds which you have planted
and my union, this thing i've built
because i don't know that the sky believes you anymore.