You came to me at first as a bird with no wings
And I taught you to fly
You came to me again as a child without a smile
But I still heard you laugh
Yet when you came to me as a lover with no heart
I didn’t make you fly
And forgetting how you've laughed
I closed the door to mine
That it does, but there is not a lot that we can do about it, because the will of our other feelings is just as strong when it wants to be. Well written overall.
nikki
Nicole.J.Burgesss
You put so much imagery and emotion into these condensed poems... I can always feel your writing...