cheap cheep

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited August 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
caged and battered
broken and torn
if i knew how to fix it
you know that i would
i sit on my perch
with my head in my hands
cry silent tears
and wish i could fly free
to feel the wind
and have the sun touch my face
to glide on the currents
and land where i may
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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