Poeticon

You were a teeny tiny bird
and I was your cozy little nest
you were all but happy;
to be a standout from the flock
and I looked after you;
Like a medal on General's chest.

You grew up; in leaps and bounds
comforting yourself with me,
Just to complain, that;
I didn't let you flee?
Now that you've stormed out,
I'm struck under this guilty plea;
I want to bargain myself out of this,
But, how to get rid of this guilt,
breathing under my neck?
You showcased yourself as
something untameable,
I thought it'd take greatest of storms
to unravel you,
But all it took was a gentle wind,
and you bent like an age old willow?
You were so delicate.
I wrapped my hands around you,
In an effort to show you;
that I care,
that how fortunate
it felt to have you around,
I wanted to celebrate;
get lost in your vivid temperament.

But you were just so delicate;
so much so,
that my caring hands
shattered you?

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