by Skyless » Tue Jan 28, 2014 2:21 pm
"I missed me too. And us. I missed what we were. But now, now, it couldn't be better." He said, taking her hand and leading her out the door.
"Is the sundae ready yet?" She questioned, her stomach Rowling.
I know why
the caged bird sings.
A caged bird stands
on a grave of dreams,
his shadow shouts on
a night mares scream.
We think the caged bird sings,
when indeed, he cries.
The song of a bird,
can never be caged.