«The Bird That Sang Of Love» by Bianca Alina
I turned my heart into a stone, hurling it at every bird that sang of love.
I silenced them all—save for the one trapped inside my chest.
Nestled so close to my soul, yet utterly unreachable, that bird became my beautiful destruction. With every note she sang, she violently fractured my ribs, punctured my lungs, and left me gasping for air.
Driven mad by the agony, I tore my chest wide open, desperate to set her free.
She refused to leave. She just sang and sang and sang, though her melody had now changed.
The song of love faded; in its place echoed a requiem for a broken woman, condemned to drag herself through the motions of an empty existence for the sake of those who never truly cared.
Author Bio
Bianca is an enthusiastic reader, and very passionate about poetry. Her soul always seeks poetry, just as the sunflower seeks the sun.She wrote her first poem when she was 11, but she wrote with her heart long before she put her thoughts on paper. Her writings can be found on MasticadoresRumanía; Gobblers & Masticadores, or on her personal blog https://fatacusufletdecerneala.wordpress.co

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