Maybe it was your laugh,
or your eyes,
or your smile.
It could've been your hair,
or your voice,
or your personality.
Whatever it was,
it made me fall,
pretty damn hard.
Birds scream at
the top of their lungs in horrified, hellish rage
every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the truth, but
sadly, we
don't speak bird.
~Kurt
Cobain.