I wasn't the flower in a vase,
more like in amber,
Captured within a vessel
of unreachable ambiguity.
I was seen but not heard,
a silent movie of beauty,
That screamed silently,
but was
smiling on the outside.
My other half, was the remote,
batteries never inserted
so instead hitting the screen but
not where bruises could be seen..
For perfection shouldn't be blemished.
They didn't have a mute button,
only loud when alone..
"Morning,
Was the catalyst for the repercussions
of anothers manners,
but I never answered back,
but still I was flirting with my looks..
I'm freely caged, never able to fly..
Instead I perch clipped wings
never aloud to fly beyond there eyesight.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC
I wasn't the flower in a vase,
more like in amber,
Captured within a vessel
of unreachable ambiguity.
I was seen but not heard,
a silent movie of beauty,
That screamed silently,
but was
smiling on the outside.
My other half, was the remote,
batteries never inserted
so instead hitting the screen but
not where bruises could be seen..
For perfection shouldn't be blemished.
They didn't have a mute button,
only loud when alone..
"Morning,
Was the catalyst for the repercussions
of anothers manners,
but I never answered back,
but still I was flirting with my looks..
I'm freely caged, never able to fly..
Instead I perch clipped wings
never aloud to fly beyond there eyesight.
