A caged bird is just as beautiful as a free one.
Perhaps you're even the best.
Maybe your wings would be beautiful in the light of the sun,
but would it spend the rest of eternity following you, not the west?
You flap your wings when the breeze from the window I left open
blows through the bars,
as if you wish you could feel it, dive into the sky as if it were the ocean,
fly to the edge of the atmosphere, become acquainted with the stars.
I try not to take offence to it,
but you hurt me, you do.
I have crafted a world for you here, a perfect fit.
Everything I have ever done has always been for you.
So, why do you not want it? The love I so freely gave.
Maybe this is where you belong, a bird forever in a cage.
YOU ARE READING
Vermillion, Scarlet, Merlot.
Poetrymaybe the dandelions would then grow all the colours of red you made me feel ___________________________________ love comes in so many shades, and when I try to paint them, all I have is words. A collection of poetry, short stories and more explori...
