A wild bird…


A wild bird.

I saw the fear in her eyes.
She told me that “I love you,
I need you.
But I’m afraid.
Afraid of losing myself in a emotion
where I won’t be able to escape.”

A wild bird can be captured.
A wild bird may forget the freedom it once had,
but in dreams, it will fly free and have no walls to lock them in.

I heard her crying at night.
She was swimming in a sweet love
and dreaming of flying away.
Twisting up her dreams and heart.

A wild bird will slowly die.
One day,
the wildness in the eyes of the wild bird will be gone.

She  will quit talking of life and great dreams.
Her laughter will fade away and
her spirit of life will be lost, forever in the gentle breezes.

I try to motivate my love.
I took her to the…

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