Hush.
Dont speak.
The moment is too fragile.
One word, one sound
it could shatter
like thin ice
and leave us in deep water.
Things were so perfect.
in the midst of serendipity
I lost sight of the truth.
The rose petals have shriveled
cut off from their life source.
I knew all along
but you led me to believe
we were meant to be.
But no.
No more than a sparrow and a cat.
I had my eyes set on the sky
but you only wanted to catch me
and hold me down.
But you see
I was meant to fly.
Now the sound of your voice
has shattered the silence
and the cage.
I am free.














Comments
the candid tone and crisp syntax.
Have you considered playing off of the
birdie metaphor a little bit more
and bringing it full circle? I don't know...
just a thought.
--
"Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well."
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