Small bird made of blue.
People thought nothing of you.
Met a bird made of red.
Thoughts of love now in his head.
Her emerald eyes plain and fair.
None knowing of the secrets they'd share.
One fact seemed true.
Her love remained until she grew.
Bird of blue changed into something new.
When winter came they were no longer two.
Fall to fall their love is over.
Heading south & they are older.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
Small bird made of blue.
People thought nothing of you.
Met a bird made of red.
Thoughts of love now in his head.
Her emerald eyes plain and fair.
None knowing of the secrets they'd share.
One fact seemed true.
Her love remained until she grew.
Bird of blue changed into something new.
When winter came they were no longer two.
Fall to fall their love is over.
Heading south & they are older.
This is the first poem I ever wrote but it helped me through a lot so I hope you enjoy it