I said I loved you,
I don't know if I ment it,
My mom asked me questions,
"What colour are his eyes?"
"I don't know blue I think"
"Is he left or right handed?"
"Left I think,"
"If you loved him you would be able to ansewer these."
I think that is when I knew,
That I didn't love you.
You were irivicably in love with me.
There was nothing I could do,
To convince you not to love me.
I tried to let you down gentaly,
And you apreared to handle it well.
But later I saw you eyes,
They were red and puffy,
There were tearstains on you cheeks,
And I knew that you still loved me.
I heard that you were going to **** your self.
The first thing I thought was,
"If he is going to **** you self over a girl you have some seriouse issues,"
Then I heard from someone else
That you were saying it to get my attention.
And I thought,
"He is way to desperate,"
I am glad I broke up with you.
I am not sorry I broke your heart.

I am mad
I am mad at him
I am mad at me
For thinking that there could ever be an "us"
It was always about him,
He made me think it was about us
But it was always about him, and no one else.
I knew that the moment he asked me to kiss him.
I said no,
He kept pushing it,
I said no,
He kept pushing it,
And I refused to put up with it.
He said he was sorry but he didn't mean it.
He called me a player,
He said that I played him,
I never played you,
You played me.
You made me love you,
You brought up the past,
That was unfair of you.
Someone once said,
"Once it's happend keep on walkin and don't look back."
I follow this and I think it's true.
So you can go break some other girls heart,
I will forgive you,
Because I am better than you.

A lone tree standing proud
Like a person on his own
Sadness envelopes

I am sad
I need a friend
I need someones shoulder to cry on.
I need you,
But you have left me.
I don't need him,
He is gone,
He is the reason for my crying,
He is the reason for my sadness.
If I had not known him,
If I had not said yes,
If I had not gone, to that stupid dance
If I had not met him,
I wouldn't be as strong as I am now.
I wouldn't be able to say;
I am strong,
I am a survivor,
I am not weak,
I don't need YOU!
I will thank you though,
Despite all you did,
Despite all you said,
I will forgive you.
Because I am strong.

To be a bird with
Their sharp beaks,
Their soft feathers,

They long for all the attention
Waiting for a curious eye to find them.
Like humans long knowledge
Of being able to master flight.
Only birds can master flight.
Humans have gotten pretty close,
With their many contraptions,
They try to imitate flight.

But you will never know what it feels like,
To have the wind surround you,
To have the wind ruffle you feathers,
And then fold over, around, and through you
Like a soft blanket the wind will comfort you

You will never know what it is like to land on a branch,
Your scaly yellow talons gripping the rough bark.
To feel that small moment when you fell like you will fall,
And you are surprised that your small talons,
can hold all of this weight

You will never know what it is like,
To fly with beautiful iridescent feathers,
Changing from green, to blue, to gold and back again.
What it is like to have jet black feathers,
That some how change color as well,
Subtly changing from pink, to blue, to gold
As smooth as satin,

We will never know what it is like,
to be comforted by a soft layer of down.
So soft that when you touch just one feather,
It feels as though there is nothing there
Nothing to touch,
nothing to feel
But there is something.
Something so magical that only a bird can feel it.

We will never know what it is like
To sleep in a robin blue egg,
To live for so long in something frail,
yet strong at the same time.

We will never know what it is like,
To hatch,
to bang against a shell with our egg tooth,
and feel the joy,
Of being free.
After being locked away for so many weeks.

We will never know what it is like,
To be birds.

Wind is amazing,
It brings out new smells like tendrils,
urging to crawl up our noses.
To make us remember things from our past,
Bring new feelings to the present,
And guiding us to our future.
Smells like roses, so sweet and pure
Freshly baked bread from the bakery down the street.
And the smell of him the one you love, he smells like
Perfection he never talks to you,
Mostly because you keep your distance.
Worried that you will ruin it for yourself
By saying something stupid.

The wind will bring things to us and take things away.
Angry words will be screamed into the wind and forgotten.
That ripped up love letter that you were going to give to him
That angry letter you were going to give to you mom,
But decided to rip to shreds instead.
The wind is amazing

Downy
Almost sad
But like a backbone the shaft holds it all together
The small filaments with hooks,
Holding on to each other like best friends,
Looking for support.
Because with out them loving each other,
And holding on tightly like a web of tightly woven fabric.
The birds would be cold, wet and miserable.
With out feathers birds could not fly.
This to would make them sad,
not being able to feel the wind on their faces.
The wind rustling their feathers.
Birds need feathers to make them beautiful,
With their iridescent colours feathers make birds beautiful.
With out feathers birds would be nothing.