Fly you may,
But an angel you are not,
The closest will be
an angel of dirty secrets
and, of course, desires.
Curious still I am,
on why you stared at me
with such a piercing glance
that could break anyone's heart.
Fear may you have instilled
inside my innocent heart,
But my curiousity overbears my conscience,
And patiently will I wait for your return.
No, this poem is not for a person. It's for a big fat bird that appeared in my house yesterday. I took pictures of it... but I wish now that I could have taken pictures of it haha.
Yes. A big FAT bird.
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