When you love a doomed thing
you know from the start that the wind will win.
Friends say, can't you feel
the tremble, can't you see the lean?
but love is a bird that can only do as birds do
until the day it dies.
There is a fire and split inside me now
with no mercy--the ash bird eats my heart as I knew it would.
When you love a doomed thing
you know from the start that the wind will win.