Free bird.

halfway down the stairs,
is where I found him,
neither up, or down
though he tried to hide it,
afraid I would give  up on him.

Instead I sat beside him,
and reached to cup an echo,
that called my heart to home.
I knew my placement puzzle,
would fit just so within him,
one just knows these completions.

he looked at me in introspection,
far to confounded to be clever,
though, he is sexy ever,
(this I may have mentioned
in a poem or two before), 
his heart shut fast his door
and refused to let him wander.

So here he sits in fearful,
cause his eyes have known a tearing,
so many lost hellos,
his heart is faint from bleeding,
he sits afraid of the journey,
his soul has already set him.

I sit here, waiting for him.
What is time to a lover,
who has found her match!
So long as I can stay beside him,
I mind not this little perching.
He is my greatest need,
and where his heart ledges,
I will make my song.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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