Half of my heart in San Marin

A Poem by butterfly

maybe murmurations are more than bird nature but messages from nature and above...

The starlings formed half of my heart in San Marin
Swirling and swooping over the moon
They must know the desolate pattern I remain in
Its hard to see on this lovely sunny afternoon
I am so disappointed with me and you
I am so sad this dream didn’t come true
how could you leave me as blue as the night sky
how could you so easily leave me behind
I thought I heard you whispered forever
love can be so unkind
the only comfort is the shape of the starlings
nature’s darlings
in murmuration
how I saw us in my wild imagination
I hope one day he sees the half of my heart in the sky
but some shapes are just not so bright
I am mean because I am in this desolate pattern I remain in
As the starlings formed half of my heart in San Marin
This is why we must stay apart as he moved to stockton
A place I never longed to go though he didn’t even bother to let me know
till the house was paid for
so here I nail down the door
oh my heart will go forward
even though this desolate pattern is what I remain in
as the starlings form half of my heart in San Marin