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Birdcage

By , Seattle, WA
I’ve locked myself up,
High in a tower.
But there’s one little problem.
I don’t feel like a princess,
And I’ve thrown out the key.

My tower is dripping,
Filling up with my tears.
I’m afraid I won’t live much longer up here.
The staircase has fallen and crumbled to pieces,
If castle twirls down, my fate will be death.

I know you don’t care
I know you are busy
I know I my mistakes
I know, I know, I know.
But you know I’m up here to punish myself.





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sunrise_faerie said...
Aug. 30, 2010 at 3:35 pm
Love this!
 
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