Little Bird

A poem about the best among the wrong forms of being loved

I’ll be the little bird in the cage
That you told me about
You said you’d like to keep me in a cage
Just for your pleasure

I’ll be the little bird you pictured
In a jeweled cage with comfortable pillows
That added a real nice touch

Many had come up with the jewels
Some had a cage for me
But you were the only one
Who thought about the pillows

I’ll be the little bird you didn’t want
I’ll be the little bird that you forbade yourself from having
When you suddenly stopped yourself in that train of thought
When you said it loud ‘What is this shit
This is some sick shit that I am saying’

And so it never came to be
The jeweled cage with comfortable pillows
The bird was let loose but I stayed confined
By all the promises that were broken
A little bird with a broken heart

Anima Noira

Metaphysical Authoress. Harlot. Priestess. Demonatrix. Photo Model and Dangerous Writer. Keeping the Dark Arts alive is what I do. Please, consider a donation of any amount.

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