Poems of the truth.

Little birdy

Little Birdy

Oh, little birdy in the sky, with your beautiful feathers that make you go so high. With your lovely colors, to make other birds so jealous. No one can say no to you. You bring happiness, but if you're not careful it may be taken away. You see little birdy, I see you flying every day near my neighborhood, gently laying in your nest. Sitting there looking your best. Time goes by, the sky turns dark outside. You spread your wings and begin to fly. Everything was going great, all until one day when you made a grave mistake. It was a day like any other. The sun slowly peering through the grey skies. I come home to see your nest empty leaving me surprised. I see a faint color in the distance. Out of curiosity I followed it. Only to see you but not who you used to be, laying on the ground. Your face was all messy covered with cuts oh so bloody. Your wings were cut up, it was such a shame. The beautiful little birdy now letting go from the life it once was created. You took your final breath; and your soul disappeared, your body still there. I picked up your corpse and had sewed your wings back together. It wasn't easy, hell I find it crazy that I did it. Once I finished sewing the last stitch, I take a good look, you looked a little bit better now. I went outside and placed you back in your nest. You now look like the way you were born. I tried to warn you but it's too late since your already dead now. Well it was nice knowing you little Birdy, Goodbye.