Surrender

I’m breathing in

Let you running under my skin

Too weak too anxious 

For both future she is also curious

I don’t want you to peel me to the slightest 

I don’t want you to go away to the farthest 

Still think that you’re lack at words

Yet you speak louder by actions

Still thinks you’re a bird

A bird she never wants to keep it caged

For the cage is big enough to be shared

And yet wide enough to be discovered

A bird that flies freely

That is what she wants to see 

As its nature tells it to be

And will always ever be

She is a tree

For you to might stay and see

She is standing here as you also see

A place you might go when the nights are cold and make you feel lonely

It will always be you

A thing she wants to wake up to

It will always be you

A thing she ever wanted to

For what she is missing

Can never be something she is owning

For the bird is knowing

That the tree is not moving.

-Ane Arkris.

P.s I think I wrote this right with feelings that was deep, but I gave this to the wrong person. A poem has made by a silly who once fell for a fool.