Pigeon-holed

I cast myself away
When with you I could not be
Because the inner me
Only you would see
So alone I spent my days
Shell of empty rays
Protected from the love
A future spoken of
Whispered through the trees
The battered broken dreams
Your face against the pane
Cool touch of nature’s plane
Arm outstretched to give
Perched on hope to live
Birds still come to play
The seeds bid life to stay 
Still all I remember
Are months of December
One day before the first
Flight of all the worst
When you and I were new
Our shells we both outgrew.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Birds Are Wings
    Far Above Below..:)

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