There's a flutter in your ribs.
But it doesn't matter.
It's dying.
There's a smile on your lips.
But it doesn't matter.
You're crying.
There was a love once found and a love now lost.
To trade your heart was too much a cost.
A sparrow in your ribs and a heart locked in a cage.
And you're ripping apart this story, page by page.
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This may or may not be related to a short "stream of consciousness" story I may or may not be uploading one day.
YOU ARE READING
Scattered Ponderings
PoésieA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
