yellow bird

June 9, 2011
can two
love
AND
hate
one another
at the same
time
like, i love
your eyes
blue, piercing
the sharp knife
of winter's ice
like, i hate
the way you
walk away
when i draw
near
i wont dare
speak a
word
to you
But you
i guess
cant
stand
the sight
of me
I love
the way
you dress.
The way
you wear
your hair.
your lips
And who
could forget
those eyes
Baby, those
eyes
Ice blue
and
beautiful
you are
an angel
in disguise
and you don't know it
yet
you are
a magical
entity
that sparkles
beyond measures
And dazzles
regularly
You're my
yellow bird
in the midst
of blue ones.
And it's you
I have
been
waiting
for
If only
I could
be worthy
of the
majesty
that is
you.





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Batsby This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 28, 2011 at 11:19 pm
I love this poem. It's so relatable. And I disagree with the spacing thing, I think that adds to the effect of the poem itself. Very good.
 
Traceyacey said...
Nov. 28, 2011 at 8:51 pm
was to spaced but good!
 
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