A beautiful bird comes knocking on my window
It cries,
It yelps,
It confides in me, telling me the world
It knocks a few times,
Confiding once more
One day, the little bird wonders
"How come I've never seen you cry?"
I give a bullshit answer
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Roses and Thorns
PoetryAn assortment of poems about love, heartache, and finding your way back. (Still a work in progress) -Would adore any feedback
