The Sins of a Free Bird
With feathers so vibrant and a spirit so light,
The free bird loves to flaunt her wings at night.
Away from her cage, she becomes her true self.
Independent from restraints, her worries just melt.
This bird lives a life full of innocent lust.
She’s constantly craving the liberating rush
Of basking in her untamed glory;
And where her talons land, she claims territory.
Some see her wild nature as acts of the wicked.
Some deem her unholy; she can’t be restricted.
Though others may judge, she maintains her own.
Her screech pierces souls, and she’s tough to the bone.
Not a creature can tell this free bird what to do.
At the end of it all, even angels fall, too.
Foolish
I fell for you once,
and I blamed you for giving me too much promise.
I fell for you twice,
and I blamed myself for believing in your words.
But when I fell for you this last time,
I don’t know what happened.
There was so much that I missed and wanted back.
So selfish.
I feel like I already know the outcome before it happens,
but I still want to risk it all.
All just for the possibility of a chance to feel your warmth.
I hate writing about you. You occupy far too much of my mind.
And do I occupy yours?
Or is she there now in the place I should be?
And do I want you?
Or do I just want you as alone as me?
I’m happy for you, honest.
Honestly, I want you to love me again.
Just for a little while.
So I can feel whole and warm again, like last spring.
How foolish of me,
to bring you back in just for you to break my heart again.
Hard to Please
I almost always like to know just how people feel.
I’d ask a hundred questions to make sure that it is real.
I’ve got trust issues with a heart made of steel.
Does that mean I’m hard to please?
My anxiety and intuition speak when something’s wrong.
My family and friends ask why we can hardly get along.
My cheeks soak with tears as I cry my lonely song.
I don’t mean to be hard to please…
I guess I let my emotions get too much in the way.
I guess I should be happy just to see another day.
I guess there’s nothing more that’s left for me to say.
I guess I’m just hard to please.
Pride
She pleaded.
Her eyes drenched in warm cries.
She told him he must put Pride aside.
That invisible wall where all the hurt resides.
Too much hurt for anyone to realize.
It’s the weight that drowns, that petrifies.
How can we grow if you’re immobilized?
And all she wants is a peep inside…
A chance to help the pain subside.
Oh, the problems that could be dissolved
When Pride is pushed to the side.
