I caged a bluebird
in the morning's spring,
as the sun was bright
with glee. I felt gloomed -
a place I've noticed
before.
I devoured the caged bird.
You slept in the light
of my moon;
you burned in a thousand
fahrenheits.
I have damaged my soul,
the holy grail of my
home. You shine the light
and no shadow is there.
The miserable doll has
gone to the fair.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC
I caged a bluebird
in the morning's spring,
as the sun was bright
with glee. I felt gloomed -
a place I've noticed
before.
I devoured the caged bird.
You slept in the light
of my moon;
you burned in a thousand
fahrenheits.
I have damaged my soul,
the holy grail of my
home. You shine the light
and no shadow is there.
The miserable doll has
gone to the fair.
The Miserable Doll