There was always something different about me and you kept me dispite that. I am a free spirit, one that you desired for some reason. You treated me well, but thats what all people do with new things until they get tired of taking care of it. Your patience lasted three years, until I no longer wanted to be caged up and I wanted to leave. Suddenly I was no longer interesting. I became an object for certain usage, breaking me little by little....until you tried to tear off my wings. Finally, you let me go with broken wings. Now they're better and I can fly even higher than before.
-Love, that One Bird.
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PuisiThis is just a bunch of stuff I write, whether its poetry or not, it still holds meaning to my self being, aka my humanity in a way. Also, its from a note book I've been writing in when ever I cant sleep or feel down so I hope you enjoy.
