You gradually went home.
I did too.
I hope you slept well.
Cause I didn't sleep a blink.
My mind couldn't forget your tears.
We were supposed to write a poem.
Then recite it in front of the class.
You went first,
a bird belongs everywhere.
It can fly wherever it wants.
It can fly across the clouds.
And claim the the sky.
It jumps downwards.
Knowing its wings will make it fly
And to those who traps the bird.
Locks it in a cage.
You will surely feel the rage.
When it will leave you with your empty broken cage.
Then you will know.
A bird belongs everywhere
It belongs deep into the forest.
It can fly and rest for a while.
But in the end
It will go back to the sky.
It will go back to all the places its drams whisper.
A bird is drawn to adventures.
It craves the fear of unknown.
For surely it belongs everywhere.
The entire class clapped
I just sat there.
Awestruck
Mesmerized.
But baby, who holds you back?
Who doesn't let you fly?
YOU ARE READING
Holding onto you
Short StoryBut baby I wasn't supposed to love you this much. I wasn't supposed to know you from this close. You were supposed to stay far away. I thought you were one of those cool kids. Sweet but tough. Up close you are cold. Broken beyond repair. I couldn...
