How will I forget the much I remember?
How...
How will I burn the past that's clogging my now
And stop it from misting tomorrow?
How will I let go of the knot I'm holding on to?
How will I forget about everything
especially how you beautifully sing?
I guess I'll never know, just like you'll never understand.

"Better days are coming," they say.
*But from which direction?

Maybe it's a mistake to force my heart to love again
that's why I looked up this number long after it was washed in the drain
Romance is the state of a little child rejecting its mother
for when you've truly loved you easily forget her faults rather...
I remember how badly I regretted loving without gain
but the need of the Heart's forced me to return to the olden, insane

I still have hope beyond measure
Someday you'll hand me the treasure
I hold my peace with you

Just know am not parting with you
Neither am I contending against you
Because you're deep inside my heart
Let me sort myself out

Maybe you'll love me above my grave whilst I have no breath
When your feelings aren't respected!
I despise myself, believing I ain't of your worth...
better blind eyes than the events am witnessing
you've permitted the whites of my eyes to pour rivers of tears
I mean, I wish you understood the feelings of love
torture the heart but still don't tire
I'm not loved, that is obviously clear to me but am not content
for tomorrow I'll hoodwink my heart
"You're cherished and just being tested..."
Am teeth but I think myself toothless
True, that Love's a wound in the heart

I still have hope beyond measure
Someday you'll hand me the treasure
I hold my peace with you

*But know I ain't parting with you
Neither am I contending against you
Because you're deep inside my heart
Let me sort myself out

Of what purpose are wings to a caged bird?
Of what use is the light of dawn when her voice is hardly heard
and albeit sweet, alone she can't make the dawn a chorus?
of what use are her claws without moist and wormy soils to scratch
what's the point of waking early with no worms to catch?
of what use are her eyes when she can't watch
the big blue sky, of what use are thick canopies where she won't nest?
why does she sing? Is it a melody, is it a dirge?
Does she need a cage mate with whom she's forced to merge
while her bone and blood mate wanders somewhere in search
of the one who left him before their first eggs could hatch?
Of what help is, to a caged bird, a friend?
Is it just to share the agony that won't end
or help hurtfully peck the little bars that won't bend?
To a caged bird of what purpose are feathers,
one that suffers a cold heart courtesy of iron tethers?
why should she be warm when she misses comfort of her home
the comfort of intricately weaved grass and loving family
the warmth radiated when living with her own species happily?
Does a caged bird need loyalty when there are bars to enforce,
those charmingly curved to ensure her freedom's loss?
Tell me...
Of what purpose are wings to a caged bird?