Cleaning Wishing Well Poem Poem...a Love, A Bird, A Feeling?

Poem...a love, a bird, a feeling? - cleaning wishing well poem

hey peeps .... a poem ... I hope you like:)

I realized what you select,
So I could run my fingers through his hair.
Just as I was before my friends,
And define themselves last card in his name.

It's a bird in the sky with blue eyes
And the sky like rain all the time.
But the protection is necessary for me
Thus my own two arms.

I walked on the tracks that bleed the poor
For once, I was beginning to find a place.
I've never God for what I walk in darkness,
But until he decided to stay was.

Spread your wings cause must be an angel
No need to hide the fact that asent for my mother.
Hell, if I could, I would say that my best friend
But I think it's a cop out that you love me.

I would be well enough to feel that every night
I wish you could see nothing but pain in his eyes.
Now my eyes do not lie to you to believe
"Their best thing for years"

A love, a bird, a feeling
Not something that belie the fact grace.
Your face, your taste, your eyes,
You can see through my mask of pain