My sweet little bird,
you're gone in-person,
hence all I yearn
is to, once more, hear you chirp.
Would I call it a cry for help
or entitlement since we've known us well?
Chirp for me again,
although we're parted,
but I still care for you,
my sweet little baby.
I've chirped for you
time and time again,
but will you
until I'm in a dream
feeling your soft and loving hands?
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
