I'm living inside a box
of gold and silver
cages made of steel flowers
and tiny sharp daggers.
Confined space of
too much love.They say that my part
of grass is always greener
but I'm a birdI need clouds and sky.
Dying bird
I'm living inside a box
of gold and silver
cages made of steel flowers
and tiny sharp daggers.
Confined space of
too much love.They say that my part
of grass is always greener
but I'm a birdI need clouds and sky.