I got a promise, from the sky ,
A place where I'll let my words fly.
My last home will be full of light .
Here I live somewhere, barely alive.
Word stings on my broken wings
Some bird never meant to fly
Silver cage and whispers of try
Soft heart dies when it doesn't cry.
questions to broken mirror, why?
Why living life feels so wrong I end up writing own sad song
The melody I can't sing
No one loves to hear ,I jotted down all messy things .
Inside there is something
Something I can't tame
Least thing I don't wanna name
Maybe sadness ,sticky madness
Yearning to reach the home that calls my name.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 2:52 AM UTC
I got a promise, from the sky ,
A place where I'll let my words fly.
My last home will be full of light .
Here I live somewhere, barely alive.
Word stings on my broken wings
Some bird never meant to fly
Silver cage and whispers of try
Soft heart dies when it doesn't cry.
questions to broken mirror, why?
Why living life feels so wrong I end up writing own sad song
The melody I can't sing
No one loves to hear ,I jotted down all messy things .
Inside there is something
Something I can't tame
Least thing I don't wanna name
Maybe sadness ,sticky madness
Yearning to reach the home that calls my name.
Writing to find home in words because I can't find home in life.
