a new friend...

I'm feeling alone as i walk along bear foot on wet cold stone1

Talking to no one I now know i'm despert2

I walk to a werehouse, far from home where the fights start3

But i'm not alone...4

A man is there enjoying a smoke out of the rain, sadly he doesn't see me... 5

I walk quitely to him and sit aginst the wall, just as I wonder if i'm dead he speeks, "You hinding too? What's yer name Baby Bird?" he cooed softly, I looked up at him and answerd, "Yeah, Ray. My reson, parents." I said while shivering from the cold. He looked at my with deep blue eyes and said, "Same here, Baby Bird." I studyed him and he did the same, he's much older the me, 25, 26? taller too, 6'4, with sholerd lengh jet black hair, must have money, he was wearing a nice black buiness suit with a red tie. "Your name?" I asked boredly, he let a small chuckly escape his lips and said, "Andle Black, are you cold Baby Bird?" "Yes, Why are you calling me 'baby bird'?" i asked quitely, "heh, Too pretty to be an angel, you're flying away from home too soon, like a baby bird who fell out." he said now sitting next to me, "hmmmm" was all i could say. Rain was the only sound for a while, we sat quitly watching it fall, "Can I call you Mr. Blackbird?" I asked, "Yes." he said softly.6

My Mr.BlackBird, Sing your song of war and peace, just know, Heaven does not allow Broken wings. Ground here with me, We, the Ones with glass wings, Shatter with a touch of hate. Abused by those around us, We are safe here in the rain.7

NOTE; I met him a month ago, he has been very good to me. 8