Bird on a Wire.

I’m like a single little bird sitting on a wire
Like a song bird who cant sing
Can’t flap my wings and fly away
A mockingjay of song, no words just sounds to play along
Inside a heart that’s trapped
A yearning, a solid supply of pain
Perching myself on a single whim
Suffering in silence in the wind
Coldness of a teardrop connects with my cheek
It awakens the key
That one I’ve always had inside of me
Like a trigger to a gun
It captivates a longingness sounds to click over
To remember who I was
The girl with a broken heart
A soul of suffrage
Now a silhouette of misfortunes
Now on that wire ledge, with the trigger inside of me
I open up my wings and spread them and soar
Listening to the trigger be pulled
The lost part of me
It’s all said and done
With the slight turn of the key
Bye bye birdy.

Bird on a Wire.

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Joined May 2012

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