Little bird was back and told me something I did not expect
How can I erase some fantasy without expecting a return from it?
It's always something outside my love to compliment
"Your voice is beautiful," and my hope is growing out of it
Oh, my dear nightingale, when will I hold you in my hands?
You always have my heart, but in my palms, you don't land
When will I see your wings soar in the sky?
When will ever be the most perfect time?
I know it's a lot for me to handle
You move a feather, and my walls will crumble
Always wanting and waiting, you'll fly
I hope you'll heal from that hunter guy
Oh, my dear nightingale, I understand the difficulty
Trusting humans like me is hard when they break your trust easily
Just know that I'll wait; I won't let my colors fade
I promise an eternity, nightingale; just don't ever slip away.
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Nightingale's Freedom
Poetry"He didn't know me; was that fair enough?" A Collection of Confessions Unsaid - When Courage Took Him Away - My Dear Nightingale - The Thrill - A Bird and a Doll
