I understand that Cupid does not always have enough arrows for all of us
Just the way not everyone gets a present from Santa on Christmas eve
The difference is,
With Christmas, I was naughty,
With love, I'm just unlucky
But I guess this is only fitting
If a love bird is ever loved
What then would she ever sing about to the moon at night
How ever would she remember to greet the Sun at the break of day
She would be satiated
I, would be satiated
Love only comes to those who can afford it
A Love bird has to do her job
I will sing to the heavenly skys
Cry to the earth's crust
And rejoice in the harmony of the Universe
With songs of prayers to the heavens
That one day
Pigs shall fly,
Bees may dive,
And Cupid will finally save the last arror for me
More parts are on the way, let me know what you think about this series so far... 😚💖🪽🪽
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love bird
PoesiaA free verse poetry series full of symbolism that follows the point of view of a certain young white feathered bird as she navigates complex emotions like love, lumerence, hate, ecstasy and acceptance
