Sweet little songbird
Sing how you do
Though you sing of the things
That make you blue
Sing of those
Who fly away
And those who don't hear
What you have to say
Sweet little songbird
Sing of the one
That brightens your day
More than any sun
Though you cannot show
How deeply you feel
Afraid of being caught
In something you know isn't real
Sweet little songbird
Sing of the night
Of the monsters inside
That bring you fright
You sing to stay sane
Though the words aren't your own
Stay high up in trees
Sitting on a hidden throne
I know how you feel
But where ever you try to hide
The monsters will always be
Right there by your side
YOU ARE READING
Ginger Twin
Thơ caThis is book three guys! I hope you've liked what I've had so far. I know the last book was kind of a lot of sadness, I'm sorry for that. I'm going to try to make this a happier book, but I can't promise anything because these poems are usually just...
