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The last time the caged bird sang, So light, so shrill, The memories rang, To forget would **** Her life was encaged, Tightly bound, She promised herself to never rage, Her homes were compressed and never found. Deterioration took place, On the brink of hysteria, Fragile as aged lace, Life became a controlled area. With her lovely wings, She used to soar, She only remembered the hard things Ambitions leaked through the cracks on the floor. Lies came into mind, Revealing and bitter, It was one of a kind, How this hit her. All she asks for is closure, Of her torn heart, The ways they still hold her, It tears her further apart. Living in this is driving her to conclusions, She thought she would never meet. Lying to herself, "It's just an illusion", This is her defeat. She had the confidence to break through it all, The hope begins to lose their vibrant colors Rock bottom broke her fast paced fall, She lies there and devotes herself to wonders So as the caged bird sang for the last time, So light, so shrill, The memories are ringing, To remember kills.
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
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The last time the caged bird sang, So light, so shrill, The memories rang, To forget would **** Her life was encaged, Tightly bound, She promised herself to never rage, Her homes were compressed and never found. Deterioration took place, On the brink of hysteria, Fragile as aged lace, Life became a controlled area. With her lovely wings, She used to soar, She only remembered the hard things Ambitions leaked through the cracks on the floor. Lies came into mind, Revealing and bitter, It was one of a kind, How this hit her. All she asks for is closure, Of her torn heart, The ways they still hold her, It tears her further apart. Living in this is driving her to conclusions, She thought she would never meet. Lying to herself, "It's just an illusion", This is her defeat. She had the confidence to break through it all, The hope begins to lose their vibrant colors Rock bottom broke her fast paced fall, She lies there and devotes herself to wonders So as the caged bird sang for the last time, So light, so shrill, The memories are ringing, To remember kills.
Written in 2008
Mgpe
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
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