Everyday I sit here and watch,
As my friend flies high in the sky.
I wish to fly freer with every tick of the clock,
As I watched her fly by while saying goodbye.
I softly sing a song of woe,
As scarily fast does the time flow.
My feathers are darkened as ash like a crow,
While her feathers under the sunlight still glow.
She tells me stories about her day,
About the sights she saw on her way,
As the branch outside slowly sways,
And my feathers now aging into gray.
As she flies away for the final time,
To start a family and grow her own kind,
I sit here alone, biding my time,
Until the day I can finally be free and die.
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Poems For Your Heart's Desires
PoetryAs out of the pen my black ink starts to leak, My ideas come out, after being trapped for weeks. I can only hope that my poems give out peace, And warm light as soft as a sheep's fleece. A/N : ( If any of the poems aren't as good as others, I'm sho...
