The bird in my chest
Is thrusting
Against the ivory
Of my rib cage
The noise
Of its fear
Unables my thoughts
And I
Like the bird
Thrust against
The stillness of the world
MonikaTZ wrote:The bird in my chest
Is thrusting
Against the ivory
Of my rib cage
The noise
Of its fear
Unables my thoughts I think you mean "disables"
And I Sounds like a split personality
The bird in my chest
Is thrusting
Against the ivory
Of my rib cage
The noise
Of its fear
Unables my thoughts
And I
Like the bird
Thrust against
The stillness of the world