Trust is a feeble thing.
If a tiny little bird,
falls from a sheltered nest
and drops into your skirt,
eyes still closed in rest,
take it like a savor.
Cover it in human scent,
no longer mother natures,
for you it was sent.
If you let it pass away,
it's a mothers heart break,
it's the body of betray,
burry it in the worst ache.
Lay her precious flowers,
decaying white roses,
innocence's dying hours.
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 7:41 AM UTC
Trust is a feeble thing.
If a tiny little bird,
falls from a sheltered nest
and drops into your skirt,
eyes still closed in rest,
take it like a savor.
Cover it in human scent,
no longer mother natures,
for you it was sent.
If you let it pass away,
it's a mothers heart break,
it's the body of betray,
burry it in the worst ache.
Lay her precious flowers,
decaying white roses,
innocence's dying hours.