It was many many years ago
I was green and young in life
I didn't know that there were girls
with hearts of ice
I never could have imagined
the harm that they could do
to well meaning boys and their lives
But like a hailstorm from hell
she rained down upon this bird
broke his wing and left him for dead
Though the storm passed quickly
and the sun came out again
the little bird never healed
just kept dying in the sand
because he could never fly again
But you can't tell me
that it was meant to be
for me to stand here now
with my feet in the sand
Because I was meant to soar
to kiss the clouds
while riding a gentle breeze
Yet here I am after all these years
just a bird with a broken wing
dying in the sand

Thats a nice peom

another great poem

WoW !!! Really nice

Good writing ...I agree. But you need to have balls and never let
another persons mistakes get you down. We are born into this world for
self progression. Treat others as you wish to be treated. As you sit in
pain with a frown the good girl will just walk on by. Good Luck