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Pretty bird.
First poem in a really long time.
You locked me into a wrought iron cage and you held a lit match to my wings You doused me in years worth of rage then laughed when I couldn't sing You launched the key far into the lake and you plucked every one of my feathers Made me think my body was yours to take then you tightened your grip on my tethers You yelled at me from the top of your lungs enough for you to spit right in my face You've always said I'm so high strung Made me feel like I'm all out of place You choked me until I couldn't breathe watched the air drain from my soul All so you could make yourself believe that you stole all of my control With a blue face, I gasped for some air I started dry heaving and crying You told me about how you'd never care and all I could think about was dying Except I know you'd never go all the way you wouldn't think about putting out the flame We both know you'd never cope one day without winning the prize of my shame |
Re: Pretty bird.
Good to see you posting your writing again. Love the metaphor of a caged bird. Thanks for sharing this with us :hug:
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Re: Pretty bird.
I'm also glad to see you writing them again:) This was lovely and they are always lovely to read. Hugs
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Re: Pretty bird.
I'm glad you've posted this. <3 stunning and powerful as always.
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Re: Pretty bird.
I'm glad you're back to creative writing because that was such an amazing piece. :)
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Re: Pretty bird.
Thank you for sharing this with us. It's very powerful, very vivid imagery. I like it.
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Re: Pretty bird.
Thanks for sharing ^.^
Very beautiful. |
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