A BirdA Poem by Riversdale McBoggisThe best thing ever.Six years. I'm not even twenty-five. I don't know if I'm alive. Something happened. Oh something happened. It's still happening And I can't deal. You're a bird. A dream at least. You're A BIRD. A dream at least. My words were full, yes they were. I meant it all. and so much more. But this is just history of you and me and what it means it's everything. (you were everything) You're a bird. A dream at least. Pure sun, And I can't forget. Trust me I've tried. Trust me I've cried. You know it's true, this one's all you. AND ONLY YOU. Cuz I'm not through. I'm not through with you. You're a bird A Dream at least. Pure sun. My Abird. Pure Sun
© 2014 Riversdale McBoggisAuthor's Note
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