With No Cage to Hold Her She Learnt How to Fly
He spent half
his life
making out
she was
the one in the
wrong ..
But the longer
the silence,
the sadder her
song became ..
And tho’
he regrets it
all now ..
All the more
chronic
the ache
became also ..
So he chose
to unlock
the cage and
leave the
door open ..
Allowing her
once more,
to fly free again ..
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Nice message.
thank you my friend ..
KP's taking up a new hobby - aiming to be 'The Birdwoman'! heehee.
You need locking up .. Alcatraz in its heyday would suit you just fine. Neville
She won't make it with botox breasts (swoon). She falls over before she starts, let alone trying to fly. lol.
Just the title alone has my mind running. Because...that's the only way....freedom! 💜
its a concept I am quite fond of too .. thanks LIZ 💜
It is said (I said? - Nah) It is said - If yer can't make it, don't break it.....
... Got 'cha .. 👍
Brilliant! and so penetratingly acute
'So he chose'
indecision, as plague
of self-deceiving traits
yet if we but acknowledge
our fear, in its entirety
it grants us a semblance
of empathetic sincerity
yet we, who make
monsters of ourselves
while trying to escape
becoming the monsters
defined
by society's value systems
can but, pretend and hide..
8 billion people in the world
we can pick and choose
all we want
but we stick to that we hate
out of fear
this, is all there is
breaking wings of the angels
who once meant everything
to us...
what a cruel, slipper slope
trust can devolve in-to
in the hands of weak men
I hear you Mek and suspect only bullies and fools and those with a death wish would dare argue .. N
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