happiness' an oriole incaged.
Among the sage,
it withers out.
i heard its tunes of age,
now they are ones i can't do without.
my love has turned now into something else,
a royal jewel I can't afford.
there's plenty of the words i'd like to tell,
but to tell it now is misuse of word.
i shut my eyes and wish to self-annihiliate,
condone any ache
at the point of choice and fate,
there's no step to take.
each way's a mistake.
my fist's been closed around something fragile,
but I'd been shattered too.
at the peak of me feeling wretched,
i must see the truth.
love's not getting any lesser
than I knew before,
it doesn't serve me any better.
i can't let go.
happiness an oriole incaged
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