| roswell alien encounters it was a beautiful day, the sky was red. Covered me like a blanket. My convertible washed down the highway, creating space between you and me. I gave you my best, and all you could say was goodbye. Stupid bird, I should have taught you better. Just because there are tears streaming down my cheeks doesn't mean I miss you, either. It's the wind. It's dry and harsh on my eyes, and this red light is making me squint. OK, I'm turning this car around, and I'm going to wrap you in my arms and never let you go. Love is coming your way, feathery friend. Don't beak me when I go in for the kiss. Beautiful bird. |
