My body is an allusive bird cage
W
ith a perch and a baby chickadee
You are a mangy alley cat named Rage
All you want is for birds to scream and squee
But Rage the Alley Cat knows how to trick
S
he smooth talks with her wiles of the mind
The hesitant bird unlocks the latch “Click!”
In that moment our little chick was blind
Both stare into each other’s eyes
T
he whole thing escalated very fast
Since the cage was open based on those lies
How long would this honeymoon even last?
Little chickadee’s dead, head bashed in
N
ow you know to never let people in
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Love and Fantasy
Poetrypoems written between classes, in notebooks, over lunches, and in the shower. ranging from emotional haikus to fictitious sonnets. are you looking for angst, fun, heartbreak, and an odd tangent about pigeons? read this then my dear fellow #1 in Pers...
