I can't hold my head
with a broken heart
I can't hold my head
when I'm falling apart
I can't hold my head
when the world and my thoughts are miles apart
when I'm sinking, too much thinking, sledding down slopes of no hope too much
can't hold my shoulders back while I'm falling right into your trap
and you act like I'm a baby, like I'm so silly
and so dainty, yet you hate me
and it's the heaviest thing,
breaking my bones
YOU ARE READING
the bird who couldn't sing
Poesiaonly the moon has heard and the walls echoed back what the feathers concealed, torn up beneath the notes out of tune and the beak freightened shut stepping a few inches back fore these wings don't take flight opening one feather lead to another pree...
