Stick with me, I havent wrote poetry in a long time and just felt
inspired to do -something-

There was once a boy who always knew his way home.
He always knew the path to take
no matter where he roamed
His gentle heart always knew
the way to lead his steps
And his head never led him astray
to which path was the best.
That little boy once met a girl
Whom he loved in every way
but his foot stepped off his path home
and his mind began to stray.
That boy, now lost and scared
searched hard to find the path
he pushed away those who cared
as he tried to find his way back.
The little boy still loved the girl
and tried to make it right
but every time the two tried to talk
it ended in a fight.
A little bird in a branch up high
watched the two spit and scream
and wished they could settle things peacefully
and without words so mean.
the little bird loved to two very much
and hated to see them fight
but just being a little bird in a tree
alls she can do is wish with all her might

Ok, if you dun like it, tough. 🙂
Still wishing - Hawk Yuy D'Stellis-Moonflair

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Glacian, in the year 299 AF.