I put up a feeder,
For this little bird,
I fell in love with his song,
The most beautiful song I've heard.
I watched the little bird,
Fly around,
Until he hit a window,
And fell to the ground.
I patched him up,
As soon as I could,
After I built him a home,
Because I felt like I should.
The little bird,
Felt like being there was wrong,
So he flew far away,
And that's the last I heard of his song.
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I'm Just Trying To Find Painless Love
Poetry"Sometimes it's not the butterflies that tell you you're in love... but the pain." -Unknown Part Three: I guess I still need to learn. --------- A collection of 2018 and 2019 poems 12/3/19 #5 in livinglife #47 in painfullove 19/3/19 #182 in finding...
