coz I'm the King of Wishful Thinking

Repeated Thoughts of a Hummingbird

As it nest in rest,
with eyes shut, almost quickly transported with an invisible pair of wings,
to its favourite faraway meadow
with it by its side.
Thoughts have often drifted there,
soaring side by side,
watching and guarding, sharing every bliss together.
Would the same thoughts ever be reciprocated? In the same way too?
With each passing day, your deep-fleged wounds from a previous encounter is revealed beneath thy wings.
Mix thoughts entering its determination,
enter a sticky dilemma.
Lets nullify this friendship,
and mould it into a different form;
One of tenderness, physical and emotional connection.
Even as birds, we deserve the power to seek our desires,
and fight for our rights.
Will you spread your wings out again,
and soar with me?


This is one of the hardest tat i've ever written. Having big trouble writing consistently.