Untitled #11

A good bird in a gold cage
Might sing you songs ahead of his age,
Let him out and you'll only find silence
Because his songs were only those of violence,
And freedom is a song more felt than heard
For the ones singing, than the ones trapping the bird.

Untitled #10 - insomniac

Sleep is a cruel bedfellow,
Especially when it's just one in bed,
It seems she likes a threesome,
Much more than a couple's nest.

4 o' clock in the morning
With no Sandman at hand,
It seems like the hours mean nothing,
Except to just count down till we land;

It's just a few hundred miles,
But feels like it's a continent away,
I wish I had never got used to your lullaby,
The gentle purring of your chest,

I wish we never knew what sharing could bring,
And what a new family could mean,
I wish I never knew that my insomnia could peak -
Sleep was never my bedfellow.

Sleep was never my bedfellow!
Even with you by my side,
Sleep was our child lying between us,
She is only one who envisioned,
Who saw you next to I.