Crow

not so black.

 

 

I realized today that I use the word love much to liberally. But this one was felt.

 

ahem.

Crow

 

not so black. yet still, you can fly.

You've flown high for so long, and crash hard into the pavement, but you mend.. as all wounds do.

 

I've grown quite fond of you.

But I am safe and sound... And your out, flying around.

I dream to clip your wings, I'll keep you grounded.

I know you'd hate it. I know you'd try to fly away, and crash once more, harder then you ever have before.

but sometimes.

 

sometimes. I wish I could nip just a few feathers in your sleep, so maybe, just maybe you wouldn't fly to far away from me.

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Well written! Thank you for sharing. Debileah