Let the bird fly free, child,
Its heart was never yours.
What was raised in the wild,
Can't be tamed by boys and girls.
They say if it comes back to you,
After when you've let it go,
That means it loves you too,
That seems unlikely though.
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Scattered Ponderings
PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
