Way back when,
I got dumped,
I had a lump,
Right below my chin.
And couldn’t swallow,
Just sit and watch the sky,
While I choked and died,
Then there landed a swallow.
Right on my nose,
It happened just then,
That i wondered who sent him,
Who i wont ever know.
He looked into my eyes,
And spoke with a smile,
About a bridge of miles,
Saying “You wont die.”
I coughed and wheezed,
Until the lump came out,
It was real without a doubt,
That it wasn’t what it seemed.
That it was an egg,
With a crack horizontal,
And possibly im mental,
But it wasn’t regular.
It began to hatch,
And out came a beak,
One that belonged on a beach,
A Turtle! What a catch.
He grew before my eyes,
And turned to face me,
He was as tall as a tree,
He said “You can’t die.”
Then he was gone,
And the night came around,
It has such a sound,
Almost like a song.
Frogs in the trees,
Crickets behind the car,
And something more bazaar,
Something I couldn’t see.
In that short time,
I knew what I was,
I was sure it was because,
The sparrow had lied.
I danced to the sky,
Sick with my insight,
Into my late demise,
No, he hadn’t lied.
You can’t die,
If your already dead,
Its what the swallow said,
You won’t die.
