There once was a bird
Little caged up affair
With dreams of wings
And a goal to bear
That little bird
Knew how to sing
Knew when to talk
Knew what to bring
That caged up beast
Tired of being tied
Decided to die
If it meant to be free
That pretty little being
With scars as feathers
And tears as eyes
With heart and soul
But never felt alive
YOU ARE READING
Quartz at Moondance
PoetryScraps of writting that weren't to be published, but still did. 「 I wasn't planning on letting the world see this particular book because it is very raw and personal, but I'd rather choose how my story gets told 」 W A R N I N G S ~ Strong languag...
