RolllingGirl

Have you ever fallen and had the breath Knocked so cleanly out of your lungs That you're just gasping: living death Trying to recapture all that air. That feeling, just capture it, Because that's what it was When you had my heart slit So carefully and calmly you did Frigid, detached and not at all you Telling me that I'm useless, That all I do is make you blue Coolly, eyes open, into mine. Because I felt like I had fallen once again, This time, not into sweet, kind love I fell into a cruel category: a has been Dwelling there, in a desolate dungeon of pain. And you just walked away from me So sweetly, so poisonously Yes, you walked away. P

        Once, there was a little bird. She was white and pure and sleek. She didn't quite fit in with the other birds. Her mind was a lot bigger, more open. So the other birds hated the little white bird.        When she took her first flight, every bird mocked her, maybe it was the way her wings flared, or the way her eyes darted about, they despised her. So she fell to the ground, hating the way her wings flared, and they way her eyes darted around. She stuck to the ground from then on, and never flew, not even at night.        When she had fallen, she fell on the dust covering