Feathers and Arrows: A Tale of fleeting Love and Tragedy

she was a bird
I was an arrow
both of us sure we were
sword and a sparrow
still when we flew
we never knew
there in the air
I felt her feathers
first all at once
then all together
when I went through
that’s when I knew
I’m a killer and a killer is a bad, bad thing to be
she’s a giver and a giver’s even worse to folks like me
cause I never really wanna be the one to hurt somebody
but it just keeps happening
yeah, it just keeps happening