It’s the small things in life that can bring you the best memories. Likewise, there’s always that one strange thing that brings back horrid memories from your past.
I saw a pigeon in the sky,
she was flying so high.
One of her feathers flew on by,
i chase it as if it wants me to follow.
As it cam to a dead end,
i catch it in my hands.
A flash back of my life comes when it lands.
Nothing but pain and strife.
Most of the worst time of my life.
As i come back from this flash,
a tear drops from my eye,
just a single tear.
to express all the fear.
i gaze onto the feather,
and walk through the horrid weather.
To think about why it chose me?
I keep it to my beside,
all the time.
Because you never know,
when its wants to take you for a ride.
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