Why blame the bird? | Myshelle Congeries

Why blame the bird?

I wish I were a bird, I could fly when things got rough.
But I can run, can’t I? But I do not.
My words cage me.
My life is a prison to my soul.
I do absolutely nothing.
I can’t fly.
I don’t run.

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~ A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of everything i carry in my heart ~ Loves everything simple and everything straight. Ex IT reporter. Loves to write and read. Read my archived poems on: http://myshelle-congeries.blogspot.in/

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