Last night I ran into a bird,
And the bird said nary a word.
But still I turned and asked what have I done wrong.
And the bird turned to me, and sang a song.
A word of it I did not understand, nor did I need to.
It was a haunted melody, something I strangely knew.
One of heart break and sadness, of silent tears.
One of confused anger and realized fears.
At the end of the bird's song, I did not know what to do.
But the bird, the bird did not care. With me, it was through.
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Compilation of Poetry
PoesíaSome times I just gotta get stuff off my chest. Cry for attention? Probably not. Just want to see if others appreciate my poetry. See what others think. Hey, maybe my emotional side can entertain. :)
