If I were a nightingale surfing the wind,
And you a blue swallow, I'd fly to you.
But instead my heart is a caged cockatoo
Beating at it's porcelain prison bars.
Me. I locked the poor bird in myself
Any plea to save him is denied.
How badly I wish for him to be free,
But sadly someone took the key.
Slowly prised my fingers off one by one,
Each word they spoke making me cave in.
Little do they know that I'm still holding on.
They may have control, but in the end, I'll win.
Because just as this spark will slowly ignite,
The swallow and the nightingale shall take flight.
Theme: forbidden love
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Ashes (poetry)
PoetryA compilation of poems I wrote. Each poem will be followed by a word or short phrase (the theme) which is my interpretation, but you can interpret it any way you like. All poems belong to me unless otherwise stated Hope you enjoy! ~Lois
