If you're a bird, I'm a bird!

Because I am one lazy BAMF I've been shirking on my posts and copying my old poems and other such things to avoid having to think of a decent post for the interwebs. I promise this will end after this post because I have run out of poems. Yes, they made me and my friends laugh and hopefully made other readers smile, but flaunting my youthful stupidity has gone on long enough. Good-bye old dreams of literary fame!

However, this next and last poem I'm posting was my magnum opus, my chef d'oeuvre, my tour de force, the one I knew would propel me into the world of prose. It's a long one, but at age 14, my heart was full of long thoughts. The weird thing is I don't think I had a boyfriend at the time, so I don't really know what I was jabbering on about. Well, I was a wise one! I should have paid attention to my terrible metaphor several months later!

Clipped Wings (Winds of Delight)

I saw a bird

in the deep of the night

spread its white wings

and swiftly take flight.

I wept silent tears

for what never could be

for fate cruel and fierce,

and for those that fly free.

For once I was a bird,

white, perfect, and pure,

'til I was cast down

by Love's sweet allure

Drawn by things that might be,

by things that once were,

I threw caution to the wind,

and my life began to blur.

With promises half-kept,

and sweet words untrue,

I fought with myself,

tried to hide what I knew:

"True love should not

clip my wings of flight,

but should instead soar with me

as the winds of delight."