You flew in from oblivion, showing all your damage under the guise of red paint.

Initially I despised you and your frazzled wings- I just didn't understand your appeal.

Eventually your illustrious bird song entranced me, similar to that of a siren.

At the time you were gaming another cock therefore I should've known you were broken.

Ignoring the warning signs in the clouds, I pursued you through migration.

In time you let me in, teaching me how to be Drop Dead Gorgeous and introducing me to your friend Norma Jean.

As we spent more time together, you realized my admiration; my feelings became your misuse.

The sky had become too small an environment to hold our raw passion.

In an effort to explore new horizons, we crashed.

After that crash, you never looked at me the same.

After that crash, you still sang your bird song- it just wasn't as sweet.

After that crash, I saw all of the dings and scratches you hid from me.

After that crash, your diamond promises melted into ice.

Although I will (eventually) still pursue birds, I will never again pursue the illusive Red Sunbird.

After that crash, you never looked at me the same.

After that crash, you still sang your bird song- it just wasn't as sweet.

After that crash, I saw all of the dings and scratches you hid from me.

After that crash, your diamond promises melted into ice.

Although I will (eventually) still pursue birds, I will never again pursue the illusive Red Sunbird.