Words are the feathers I stuff into my mouth
Sealing the tomb where I buried my best intentions
Like a peacock bereft of its feathers
All fluff and pompousness stripped away
When the truth is laid bare
It turns out I’m just a skinny bird trying to find another mask
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 1:40 PM UTC
Words are the feathers I stuff into my mouth
Sealing the tomb where I buried my best intentions
Like a peacock bereft of its feathers
All fluff and pompousness stripped away
When the truth is laid bare
It turns out I’m just a skinny bird trying to find another mask
