She woke up one morning all alone. She searched all over town to find her love. He was nowhere to be found. She woke up one morning all alone, "Oh where did he go?" She couldn't fathom where he was hiding. She still felt his spirit everywhere. He left his body to show her that love is blind. She cried and cried because she never got to say bye, never to kiss him once more. She cried and cried because she knew he loved her and she loved him and he must have left for her. He left his human selfish pleasures for her. He sacrificed it all, gave her his all, body and soul. Her payment for this, to sleep alone and empty on her Side. No arms to hold her. No warm touches. All she had now was the cold winter air and the only warmth she felt was tears down her cheek. She asked herself ever night, "why? It's not fair I feel him with me. How can I open my eyes and see? I can feel your love. You're not here and your nor there." She wanted to die. Where do we go when we don't know how to be? "Please open my eyes and let me see you. How could you do this to me?" She thought back to when love was true, they stopped time, and both felt like birds with love flying free. Nothing else existed except those two. He disappeared from her eyes. He left her brain. Only remains were memories burrowed into heart pumping veins. She pumped is memory in her blood when she looked at the art pinned to the wall.She woke every morning to crows screaming as her alarm clock. Empty bed, empty body. Her only sensation to remind her that that she was I've were the crows screaming painful stabs into her eardrums. There was nowhere to hide from the waves that break her eardrums and no one to mend her soul. She locked herself inside living in pain. She began to plan to how to die. picked a date. Finally death day arrived and she tore the art from the walls. The crow screamed louder than ever and blood dripped down her cheeks. "Aye Fuck you." She screeched to the crow causing all this pain. She looked at the draped window. She hadn't wanted to see the crow, she'd rather see tears and blood, but today was death day and she was ready to say goodbye. She thought, "If I can't get the courage to look at this crow I'd been hiding from, how can I get courage to kill me?" She was ready and desired to see that crow she'd been hiding from. Pulling back the drapes her eyes met the crow's. In an instant her eyes turned black and all she could see what the crow. She felt complete. Her love had turned to a crow, he was staring at her, calling to her from the tree, he had been all winter long through the snow and fog. The screams were no longer screams but acoustics of love. He told her, "crows are spies, they all murder and tell each other the lies behind human eyes." Now she knew who she was and where to go. Love is observation, love is admiration, love is crows, crows sing for love. When the crows song disgust you, you've forgotten admiration. When the crows noise can't be heard you've forgotten observation. Crows sing for love. Crows sing for love. Crows sing for love. She woke up one morning as a crow.
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