Old robin-red breast, baby blue-Jay,
Singing such a pretty song, but there is a price to pay,
They don't sing from the tree-tops,
Or upon a pretty stage,
But at the bottom of the garden,
From within a wooden cage.
YOU ARE READING
The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.
