CAGED BIRD

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MY LOVER TASTED THE FRUIT FROM MY LIPS, MY ANGEL WINGS WHITE AND PURE AS LIGHT, YOU SMOLDER BENEATH MY FLAMING TOUCH, SET FIRE TO THE RAGING STORM HELD WITHIN MY HANDS 

YOUR FERAL SMILE LURING ME IN, WITH YOUR HANDS TATTOOED WITH THE MEMORIES OF YESTERDAY, EYES RIMMED IN GOLD AND THE DYING THE EMBERS OF THE SUN 

YOU HELD ME TILL YOU CAGED ME, BUT I STILL NEED YOUR LOVE, I CAN'T BREATHE WITHOUT YOU

CHAINS ON MY ARMS, BLOOD ON MY WRISTS, WRATH ON MY LIPS, BUT YOUR FINGERS WRAP THEMSELVES AROUND MY GOLDEN CURLS YOU ALWAYS SAID MADE YOU THINK OF HEAVEN 

BUT IM ONLY AND ANGEL 

A CAGED BIRD 

WITH FALLEN WINGS 

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