The Birds pt. 1

I flew in that night. Only to see her wings broken, heart shattered with tears running down her face. I comfort her made feel safe, changed the girl that everybody knew into someone who’s more open. Made her smile and told her “my friend stay for a while”. Only to create a scary sight, to light a house on fire, burn that place. Not a home but the place in my heart I made for her…….. a place I told her she was safe. But I hurt her ……. A fragile dove whose feathers were softened. I fly right…….. Into a birds trap and did the wrong thing, telling myself “this wasn’t my style”. Consumed by doom with the nightmares I dreamed of in my room. Caused this bird to fly south for the spring instead of the winter, I left her there in a burned house where I found her before……alone. Asking me how I could do this to her, the place I found her from she forgot but the place I came from I remember. I let it get to me because it was the same place I put her in and turned into this firebird but my heart cold. To right a wrong I must fly back to her burned room. Standing there looking at her crying, I enter, as her last tear falls down her face I comfort her, heals her wings replaces, her shattered heart with my own. So I could set her free to the world to end a crisis, to deal with birds like me and to always be caged and won’t fly anywhere in December. To be alone without a healthy heart, fixed wings and without urge to be free, but stay in a empty home without anyone to hold. So she’ll come find me one day wings broken, heart shattered with tears running down my face……… all alone