Oh, Captured Bird
I feel you now,
oh, drowning soul,
your tortured day
and struggled night,
my muse that fills my thoughts like ghosts
dancing waltzes under stars,
breathing heavy in my dreams
of smiles you freely gave to me
and kisses taste of bitter sweet
the candy, thick, my shiny fair.
I feel you now
oh, captured bird
your pounding heart
knows no reprieve
yet in your eyes I see the truth
and still in mine, I wait for you.
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