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Little Bird, Meet Many Names 2It's been days
And I am as clueless,
As an immigrant in a new country,
Trying to escape from this cage
Oh, here the voice comes
Though all I can hear
Getting louder, and louder
YOU put me in here!
A cage isn't suppose to let...
Oh,...please don't yell
What, could you be contemplating about!?
The hint...that's it?...
What is that suppose to mean!?
You there? Hello?!
Just because the bars are there
Doesn't mean they do their job constantly
Little Bird, Meet Many Names 1Part 1
Hello little bird
My, you are quite the colorful one
Not like others, who fit into one category
Who am I you ask?
Well, I am
What your world might call
By a couple of names
Or even go as far as
God, or one of many
My name is not the point
Nor am I
In fact, this, my pretty thing
Is about you
I have put you
In this cate
To restrict you
Anything to stop you really
Why you, and what have you done to me?
Oh, nothing in particular actually
I am just curious
Because I am a scientist.
Although not a perfect one,
But I do like the idea of experiments!
So, the question
That my curiousity
Has led you here, is;
What will you do?
Family, Friends, and 6 billion
Don't be sad
you have a family.
A family, who cares
about every ounce of you.
Even when times are tough
or when you are not perfect."
The girl looked at her mother
and the tears began to slow.
But when the caring mother left,
her daughter continued what she had started
It was not long
however,that the mother
So she came back in
and she continued
instead with a new idea.
"My dear, don't be sad
Look at the photo next to you,
do you know what I see?
A girl surrounded
by loyal, accepting, forgiving
friends that lover her, with the deepest drop
The child sniffled,
took the photo in her small hands
"Then answer me,
dear mother," started the little one,
"If there are so many
that care about me.
And there are
Over six billion people...
Why hasn't someone found me?"
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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