Emotions can be a binding prison
A story of a twisted infatuation
Nothing but a prisoner
A bird in a white cage
Such a little silly birdie
Such hollow eyes
And her chest
Nothing but a gaping dig site for gold
But what is this?
A sudden chirp escapes from her peak
As she got herself tangled in the threads of emotions
Red and pink and yellow and blue
A purple one around her neck
Hanging from a perch
She twists and turns
Chirp-chirp, won’t you let me go
I miss the breeze of my freedom so
I am always willing to hear criticism or thoughts on my poems, I might seem like I will run away crying. But sometimes other people see things, that I don’t.
So comment away or send me a letter through my ask/tell page.