even if you gave me a key to the cage
I could never escape
the smell of lost hope would always follow, rot me away till my heart is hollow
the sound of my cries would still echo in the ear, it would get louder every year
the taste of my tears overwhelm my every bite, make me feel like it's not all right
the feeling of neglect would accompany my hugs, it would bleach the color of love
so don't give me the key
it would do no use
because these steel bars
are all I know as the truth
About the Creator
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