You
are a bird
I, a blade of grass.
You fly away,
always escaping my grasp.
Never wondering how it made me feel.
You see,
You were always free,
Never tied down,
Your feelings floating from one to the next.
You wondered why I stayed.
Countless times you asked
"Why are you still here?
All I do is hurt you."
Not even stopping to realize
I was in love
That my feelings for you kept me going
That you, a bird who always flew,
Kept me alive
But I am just a blade of grass
Absentmindly plucked for your nest
Only to float away in the wind
Because you forgot i existed.
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Thoughts
PoetryAn anthology of my poems. If you would like to embark on this poetic journey- open, read, and travel through my mind.
