If you’re a bird,
I’d want to be a stick.
One so fine that you couldn’t resist.
You’d fly over me, laying on a beach.
You’d pick me up and hold me with your beak.
You’d take me back to the tree of your own.
You’d place me in your nest among all the rest.
It would be the perfect life for me.
Being with you always until once again,
You fly away from me.
Poetry
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I think you really used imagery well to capture the feeling of being just another stick when for so long you thought you were the only stick. It’s an emotion a lot of people experience, and this is a very clear example.
Thank you for the feedback! I really appreciate it! This kind of writing is my favorite actually. when im writing stuff such as this, I can picture myself in the sticks position, laying there just waiting for love and then it finally comes, and its great, but at the end of the day, sometimes we are just one of many.
this seems to be a crowd favorite. lol!