LOVE BIRD

of a different kind
Ebb and flow, back and forth;
A story six years told.
To and fro yet never settled;
This friendships getting old.

He lies and teases all the night,

Though gentle is his heart.
She knows all this, but far too well,
And so decides to part.

He never gave her reason why,

But still he told her lie pon lie.
He chased her til the morning dawned,
And then the bird did fly.

by Idle Insignificance