caged.
trapped.
lost in the agony of being confined.
losing myself in the infectious urge to break free.
to fly.
to feel the wind beneath me.
my melodic sweet sharp song.
sweet but sad.
longing but concealed.
to duplicate from the seed of madness.
as I scratch and claw a prisoner wishing for my own carefree dreams.
to never sleep alone.
or to never be unable to hear the soft hum of a mate.
yet I'm alone.
shackled By my own dark insecurities.
the clinginess I wish not to feel.
the kiss I have yet to endure.
yet I sing.
the low soft high pitched whisper.
the agony of singing along.
the yearning of a duet.
fore we are all such lions.
waiting to seduce the intoxicating pretty white lamb.
yet we are all sheep.
yet we long to run and a leap.
but I'm a canary longing to sing yet speak.
yet I don't have a voice.
words I dare to speak.
yet bilingual in love and lust.
you make me somehow complete.
longing to be free.
yet no one cares to listen to me.
yet I sing for just you and me.
©darkdeity
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