I'm a beautiful bird, with beautiful songs
That's what caught your eye.
AT first you watched me from afar,
too scared that I'd fly away.
I noticed that you noticed me
and I slowly let you creep closer.
Eventually I trusted you,
and even enjoyed your company.
I sang for you songs form my heart
that kept you around and interested.
Finally I gave you enough trust
and perched upon your shoulder.
We both felt relief.
That soft touch of me on your skin
gave a reasurrance that though we were unalike in many ways
we were a perfect match.
You made me feel like I could fly higher
and I sang more passionatley, more meaningful.
This is how it was for a while,
but you must have gotten tired of my songs,
same 'ol same 'ol I guess.
I could tell you were eyeing other birds
maybe because their feathers and songs stood out more.
So you left me,
went looking for a more interesting bird.
I went back ot my old tree,
one where I wouldn't be able to see you.
I went back to singing my old songs
and flying my old routes, trying to ignore you.
Hoping another would notice me the way you did.
None of them did, or at least I didn't notice,
didn't care.
When I told myself you weren't coming back
it was my time to fly away for the winter.
Whie I was gone I met a new watcher
For him I sang my songs and flew my fly.
But I haven't yet purched on his shoulder.

When it got warmer I flew back
impressed by all the beauty I found.
My watcher followed me to this place of beauty,
or maybe he led me here.
Together we enjoyed the beauty,
of flowers, trees, and new fruits.
I realized we had a lot in common too.
But the way he watched and listened to
my every flight and every song
reminded me a lot of the way you did at one time too.
This got me really thinking about you.
I try not to fly exactly the way I did for you
and though I sing the same songs for him,
I just can't get them to sound as beautiful as you made them sound.
I just can't seem to fly as high,
or maybe it's that I won't.
I am afraid of falling.
But I will still allow this watcher to watch.
Maybe he'll help me fly high.
I must have flown by you the other day,
you make it sound like I flew straight into your head
because the very next day
I heard you singing my songs.
Songs I wish you'd sang long b4 I left.
You say you miss the swiftness of my flight,
and the different notes of my songs.
But I am going to fly away again,
with my new watcher.
I want to go back to you
but i just can't hurt my watcher
the way you once hurt me.
So I am flying away again
for it is getting cold not only outside
but here in my heart.
Please don't ever forget me,
I could never forget you.
You were the first one I sang for so beautifully,
first one I flew for so swiftly,
first one who saw beyond my colorful feathers
and into my soul.
Who knows, maybe one day
we will be singing the same song
But for now please just be happy
and be happy for me.
I have to let go of you now
because the pain of holding on
is more painful than letting go.


!*! Hey guys this poem maybe a lil confusing but I just needed to find a new
way about how I felt without making it sound too....original I guess. I
wanted it to make you all think about it for a second, compare all of my
lines to a human love....you'll understand! Thanks!
 
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