How on God's green earth did a donkey marry a dragon?

She's going to throw a fit,
when she finds out that the birds aren't fed,
and she'll hold the sharpest knife,
to all the promises I gave.

Hold the phone,
and take a deep breath.

The birds they flew away,
as soon as the cold winter came,
the flowers they hid,
beneath the white snow lid.

They went your way,
are you OK?
Will you keep them fed?

Is it OK,
can you keep them safe?

Saw you on an AD today

Oh how I'm longing for the days,

when I could get you off my mind in many many ways.
From the fresh air,
all the way to the rum glasses amongst the masses.

Heavy breaths followed by the sounds of the skipping steps,
the conversations about chairs and short lived laughs.
How I long for the days,
where I could see my friends.

The world was our safe space,
ridden with alcohol,
my thoughts were all in place,
without you in my sight.

Now every breath,
every sip,
every step,
and every laugh,
remind me of the days when I could fall in love.

And if I could I would,
I would fall in love with another girl.
Another girl that's not you.

37 out of 48 hours together

Back and forth,
like the tick of a metronome,
singing steps following a rhythmic pace,
such a wonderful tune of grace.

Polyrhythmic beats of a heart,
making it hard to breath,
all because of the hospitality,
one should be sorry for the fantasies.

An even though it's an awkward time,
the rhythm doesn't change,
the thoughts stay the same,
existing in perfect harmony.

Spending time together,
lives that resemble a turn table,
only getting bored when the music stops,
only getting bored when it's time to part.

Yet overall,
I had a funky night,
it was a really funky time.