My little bird,
you were in a cage,
he freed you.I watched.
Your little heart,
set free,
far upon it's former burden.Burden. Burden created by me.
Your tears dry up,
as you soar trough,
the sky of dawn.You're free.
I never really wanted you to go,
no,
not ever.I never would've, never wanted to.
I wanted us to be together,
but it was never possible.
It was impossible.We were impossible.
For I was not like you.
You came from the rich,
and I came from the opposite.We were born of a different feather.
You and I we are not
meant to be.
Nope.They tell us so.
Other thinks that true
love never dies.
That might be for them, but not for us.Because we loved, loved as true as possible. But it still died.
Here I tell you in the flesh,
I don't love you,
I never really did.But that was a lie.
I did love you,
I do love you,
And I still do.It's supposed to be you and I.
But you left,
and I'm left here shattered.
A mess.Broken and shattered.
But I still love you,
even if I know that you, the reminder of you,
is killing me inside.And I died.

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Goodnight, love
PoetryThe thoughts that haunt your dreams at night as you lay in bed, eyes closed, but never really actually dreaming.