Some people need freedom. To lock them up. They will fade away and die.

A wild bird.

I saw the fear in her eyes.
She told me that “I love you.
I need you.”

But I’m afraid.
Afraid of losing myself in a emotion
where I won’t be able to escape.

A wild bird can’t be captured.
A wild bird may forget the freedom it once had.
But in dreams will fly free and have no walls to lock them in.

I heard her crying at night.
She was swimming in a sweet love
and dreaming of flying away.
Twisting up her dreams and heart.

A wild bird will slowly die.
One day.
The wildness in the eyes of the wild bird will be gone.

She  quit talking of life and great dreams.
Her laughter  faded away.
Her spirit of life was…