We can’t hang up

We gotta keep texting

We’re afraid to go to sleep

Because then it’ll be morning 

And for the first time 

In such a long time

We don’t want morning to come

Because with it comes

Boarding passes

And goodbyes 

So we just stay up together

And cry

The Flight of Time Before Our Eyes

The age old adage

Is always true

With you

You just got here

And time is already

Up, up, and away

Like a bird in the sky

It flies by

Obviously excited by our love

Because it tires out

In the moments what we

Are not close

When we both beg

For it to go faster again

So we can look into each other’s eyes

And kiss one more time

Caged Bird’s Song

Before he was a caged bird
He lived in a nest
Every day fed and protected
When it was time to leave…
He did…
But something was wrong
Unlike the other birds
He could not fly the way he wished
Not as high or as far
Because from an egg
He had been scarred…

Now he struggles to fly like the rest
Trying his best
Only to be stopped by his handicaps
Catching worms is not an easy task
No matter how early he tried to be
He starts looking feeble
Feathers falling from his wings
Joyful songs he does not sing
He continues to struggle for long

He doesn’t remember how he came to be
Though to the world he came from…
It felt the same
All the potential
With no way to release
He started singing
Because this offered him slight ease

The other birds listen to his story
Torn by the melody that they hear
Some stop to listen
While others barely care
They are too busy flying through the air
Assuming that everything is going good for him
When they couldn’t be any more wrong
They are not listening to his song…

The next time you hear a caged bird sing
Listen closely to the tune
You never know
The song could be one of woe
Singing of a life unlike the one in a cage
Maybe you will be able to empathize
And maybe even understand
A caged bird can be the same
As a caged man
Surrounded by invisible walls that are not easily broken through
Feeling like he will forever be caged in
Among other things
Maybe it’s only the idea of being in a cage…
That is the reason that
This caged bird sings…