"little robin upon my fence post
perched outside my bedroom window.
feathers ruffle, with his head tucked down every time the wind blows
it glances up and looks at me
and proceeds to hop away,
he cannot fly, but he can still flee
I sigh in spite,
and whisper through the screen
'I'm sorry I scared you..
I scare everyone away eventually
and to tell the truth,
I'm beginning to be afraid of me too.'"
-m.c
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
