As I held you cupped in my hands My little Robin Did I notice the wounds The bruises
Had I held on too long? For a meager bird does not belong in cramped spaces But how could I learn to let you go? A bird so grandiose So sumptuous
As I observe more My little robin Did I notice then the damage caused by me God created you to be set free Is your wings not designed to launch? To blow you with the wind, Home?
Yet I enclose your purpose With my hands Am I selfish for wanting to stay a little longer, My little robin?
Yet you fidget within my grasp Wanting to fly, Home
I guess this where I say goodbye I am sorry, My little Robin For the casualty I have caused
I am not your home I realise and so My hands, Fingertips Slowly unravel
Little Robin you spread your wings, And take off Taking a piece of my heart with you, Home
This is about a person i have encountered in my life . I have named her after a Robin. After meeting this certain individual did i notice i am not the best fit for her . we both are different , complete opposites yet i am drawn to her even after i realize holding on will do more damage than letting go. I am sorry to this particular robin , for the hurt i caused by simply trying to hold onto the weak string between us. Sorry for the damage i caused to this particular Robin. you set yourself free . i realize its for the best. GoodBye Robin , it was nice meeting you.