The Raven

Picture perfect moment, but yet it’s not

So deep and unknown, with no true meaning

A bird, with wings that spread so wide

Dark and beautiful, yet dangerous

Like a women he says

This is to be true, why is she so

I look to him with nothing to say

As he compares my eyes to the deep soul of a Raven

Raven in which secrets are hid

In which my hair be so black, like the wings of a Raven

He tells me that there is no other

To only see my reaction, in hopes it will change

I do not not change or even move, like a Raven

A Bird with wings that can not fly

For it is not a bird, but a soul trying to break free

Free from the life so “normal”

Normal he says,  is what I am not

So I am compared to a Raven so deep and dark

Hidden behind my feather, or in my case

Hidden behind the words you have said to me

Do you not see, that I am not bird

For I am your love

A Raven you say, a heartless beast you say

Well then I shall be the beast you want me to play

Deep, Loving, and a Mystery to thee

A Raven is what I’ll be.