My wings are meant to soar
Despite my body's design
I preferred the confinements of a cold cage, abhor
Alone, I've dreamt of blue skies and pine
Since birth, I've owned my key
To a man I gave it away
They've plucked feathers and they sight see
I hum a tune and give way
Behind bars, I spread my wings wide
I am afraid of the windows view
There will be no turning tide
It taunts me, blue
So I will lay encaged
Mouth full of worms
A man, never to be truly engaged
I fight a design He confirms
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Short Stories/Orginal
General FictionThese are all stories I came up with, some are finished and some aren't. I may complete some later on, maybe. You may notice my writing has more description than plot, I do that on purpose to give a poetry yet still story effect on my writing. I'm o...
