Your love is like a birdcage,
Locking away all the damage.
Pushing away those that love you,
Breaking down the ones that hate you.
Your love wasn't free,
You chose to flee.
The fire grew into desire,
We soon grew tired.
Your love is like a birdcage,
You rip me away like an old bandage.
You carry on your life as you age,
Almost like an old theater stage.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Speak
PoetryA collection of poetry I've been writing from when I was 14 till now.
