I told you that the world was before you, that you were free.
You looked at me with hope, with fear, and doubted if I wanted you.
I looked at you with joy, and saw you stretching your clipped wings.
It was just us two, and the world was crashing down around us, but for a while we were happy.
You asked me if I was lonely, and I said I was alone.
We loved, we fought, we clung to each other and pushed each other away until our world sometimes felt like a cage.
The door was always open. Seeing you fly through it into the open world has hurt more than you'll know.
The world is before you, and you're free.
4 comments:
For starters I hope you were making a bad attempt at poetry and not an attempt at bad poetry. Secondly, it wasn't that bad.
Oh my God, you are back!
I second the first two comments: Glad you are back! And it wasn't that bad. :)
And to be a repeater...I liked it!
Welcome Back!!
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