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Aug 2013
I was the helpless bird who fell from the nest
I had a broken leg but I still tried to walk
He was the quiet boy who stumbled upon me
Gently carrying me to safety

Safety was his warm, strong arms that acted as a nest
His kiss upon my forehead, as if to heal the pain
That I am the only one to blame for

I always get myself into the worst of situations
I’m way too emotional for my liking,
I love far too much,
And far too many.

You see, I fell from a past love
Hurting myself on the way down
But gently dropping into the arms of a new one

So this time, I’ll watch out for the holes that I could
Possibly fall through
And step over them instead
Natasha Mendicino
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Natasha Mendicino  Toronto
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