My Bird

November 23, 2011
By Unspecified SILVER, Birmingham, Alabama
Unspecified SILVER, Birmingham, Alabama
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You were my bird,
You sat by every day.
I watched for a while,
Then I shooed you away.

You sung of your love,
I rejected you still,
But you kept up your songs,
Perched on my window sill.

One day you grew tired,
And you took to the skies.
You chirped for another,
And I whispered good-bye.

Though I knew it was I
That let go of your wings,
And begged you to fly

I suppose I had hope,
That although I let go,
You just might care enough to

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