Light

My bed remains unmade,
The tighter my grip,
The more you slip between my fingers,

As it should be,
For you are much too beautiful,
To be caged,

I could hum you a tune,
Offer you a few verses in refrain,
But, in the end, you'd have to go,

I'd love to come with you,
I'd love to spread my wings,
But I'm afraid to fly,

So here I sit,
Though my perch is breaking,
About to fall anyway...

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/z5gvy4/turning_grey/ixwozg0?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/z5kkti/trigger/ixwni6j?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3