I was your baby bird learning how to fly. But you had to use your wings first. So I was forced to sit back and watch as you flew up to the sky.
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Babies Born Broken
Poetryliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.
Fly
I was your baby bird learning how to fly. But you had to use your wings first. So I was forced to sit back and watch as you flew up to the sky.
