Desire

I´m not a bird,
but I can fly.
I have heart,
but it isn´t mine.

I feel really sick,
it isn´t true.
I feel homesick,
but it can be flu.

I know this feeling,
it´s very heartbreaking.
This needs another person,
because be lonely is sad version.

My brain says, love
doesn´t need another stuff.