A/N: The non-bold are the words to one of my originals. I'm really nervous about putting this one up because it's MY raw emotion. The quote is by C.S Lewis. Bonus points if you can tell me what episode it's used in. Happy Reading!
On Spencer's wedding day, JJ thinks back onto everything she missed because she was too afraid to fly.
The soft and gentle pitter patter of rain as it falls from the sky
Oh how she loves the rain.
The tired aching heart of mine releasing a shuddering cry
She still can't believe he's getting married.
A bird sitting on the window sill
Its feathers dripping wet
Still finds it in its heart to trill
To let go of its regret
She should've loved him when she had the chance.
The soft and haunting song
It sings for me to sleep
My heart's been hurting for so long
My eyes will always weep
He always wiped her tears away.
The soft and gentle swaying of the trees in night time's wind
Stealing away my worries, a listening ear to lend
Because ever since he met her, he doesn't have time for his best friend anymore.
A bird floating through the dark sky
Feeling lost and scared
He always eased her fears.
Still manages away to fly
To a place where someone cared
He was never supposed to leave her. He promised.
Whispering in a soothing gust
Blowing through my hair
Showing me it's earned my trust
Proving that it is there
He used to be.
This bird's faith has been broken, no longer can he say
That this wind he's on knows best for him where he should go his way
When did life get so confusing?
So many disappointing things
That I have felt and seen
"Experience is a brutal teacher. But you learn. My God do you learn."
For now the bird has broken wings
And tired, worn out dreams
Maybe he just got tired of waiting.
This bird is getting tired
She only wants to rest
Her pain is not desired
But she takes it with the best
He will never see her hurt again.
The words she's heard have broken her, for at one time she believed
And now she's caught in the trapping web the lies she listened to have weaved
She's as guilty for this as he is.
But the bird sitting on her window sill
Still sings its merry song
And she slowly repairs her broken will
So she can carry on
He may never love her, but he'll always be there. And that's what counts.