Young eagle

My first poem, inspired by the one who could mean everything to me

Just spread my wings, started to soar towards the skies
When he appeared and poisoned the air with his lies,
with his tales too.

Though never thought I would return to the place where I've been
All the things that I've done, everything I have felt and seen
simply cause me to.

Freedom is what I choose
even if it means that I lose
the one.

The one and only who was meant for me
forever and ever together, unless he
is gone.