Mr Pigeon

 Mr Pigeon

My little bird
Once a pigeon yet now a vulture.
you fly higher while I crawl as a lonely snake.
Hissing with a tear in happy remembrance,
My once pigeon flips his wings, soars
Feeding over a broken heart,
Satisfaction!

You sing but I remain docile
For I have learnt to know my place.
I'm entrapped to cherishing our memories fornever!
(A stream of tears)