Pretty Little Bird

 Pretty little bird out there, our hopes and dreams cascade,

Your eyes bear more passion each time we stare, in moments of love, a gentle bond we've made.

Like Basquiat, I draw inspiration from passion,

In passion, I find my muse, my due so that I get paid.

Pretty little bird, you and I share a bond far likely to any friend, this ive always said.

Which is why I cherish the many times we gotten intimate in bed. 

On this day, the sound of my musical trumpet won't cease, 

My heart beats with joy just like any rhythmic piece. 

That same rhythm, The Engalabi, stuck so mighty and our intimacy so deep, 

My pretty little bird, in my love, you'll never weep.

My pretty little bird is subject fate, The same fate leaves me powerless and laying on my back in this state. That dreaded tummy is all that compells you to lose weight.

That's my pretty little bird. 🐦

                                          OmnI