Poetry

I normally don't do poetry.

Normally, I don't even do translyrics.

Why?

Because I suck at picking the right words for a small amount of space.

In fact, I think there might've been a word to replace all of that, too.  I just can't think of it.  AHAHAorz.  Anyways, I actually used to do a lot of poetry.  Back when I was little, I loved writing poems.  I still kinda do like the whole ring and whatnot with poetry.  I just find it sorta difficult to understand sometimes.

However, that did not stop me from doing a sequel to Eva's poem because I felt like it 8D  Actually, I was kinda worried because it was just an impulsive thing.  I read it, I jotted something down and quickly hit publish before I could self-doubt.  And then I self-doubted.

But yeee it turned out fine and eheheheeh <3 It was a nice thing to see considering how my week has been ahahah~

Anyways, just gonna casually put it up here as well.  IT'S ALSO ON EBAH'S BLOG AND WHATNOT.

 Yeah.

EDIT: Hey I did a 4th part.  Which I'll prolly redo later when I have the braincells necessary.  And I added the title.

Aspiration

A bird in a cage
With no will to fly,
Who aspires not,
Whose wings denied,
Feels neither longing,
Nor vexed, nor content;
Yet to be in this cage
This bird is meant.*

A bird in a cage
Loses the will to fly.
White wings, full-fledged;
But the heart will deny.
Nowhere to run,
Wishing not to roam.
In this cage
This bird is home.

A bird in a cage
Knows not how to fly--
Its wings inexperienced,
Its plight to deny
That skies can be soared;
Destination unfound.
Fearful is this bird,
And to this cage it’s bound.*

A bird in a cage
Learns not how to fly
But to dream and to wish
Of worlds undefined.
For it has grown weary,
And used to the pain.
This cage is its life,
A perennial stain.

 *These stanzas are written by Eva.