Birdie
My little birdie
Why won't you fly?
I offer you freedom
But all you do
Is sulk in your cage
While I sulk in my home
Each action I do
You repeat
Are you recording me?
I heard that
Birds sing copies
Of one noise-
To another melody
So are you like them
Birdie birdie
Don't teach yourself
To be my mime
I already have a dark shadow
We don't want one-
Over you
Birdie
Please spread those saggy wings
Stop trying to watch me
Go fly
Don't be like me
Set that heart free
Of your mind's cage
Birdie?
Never come back.
You don't love me
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
