I hear you little humming bird Even from afar Your little flapping wings crashing louder than a car You're out fighting wind again Your eyes hunting as they search Your belly grows empty And so does your perch You keep picking berries Your bugs and nectar left untouched I wonder why you like making yourself sick so much Maybe because the window never closes You get nursed back to health It hurts to watch you fly out again.. trying to kill yourself I get it. The wind is freeing But you, sweet bird, made this perch your home Maybe there, among the sticks, you think it's easier to get along
But as you fly out again, i'll watch you from afar Your wings working overtime Still crashing like a car Book and coffee in hand, ill sit here waiting in my window seal. Cause even i know for a long time, we fight home cause we don't think it's real.
So hide your little berries Even though there's traces i can see Sadly but sweetly, i know it will be nectar you really need. I know you stre them for the winter Though it will never come The snow can't fall when you live in the sun And if the window ever closes, i hope the outside home you made is true Cause even with a closed window, your perch will call for you. . . . . . . An original of anticipoetry #poetry#poet#writing#inspiration#open#antici#follow#inspiration#life
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