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reechy

Published: Mar 19, 2014

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you're a canary
singing inside my chest
trapped in my ribcage
i feel you fluttering beneath my breast

i'm sorry about all the tar
and ash in my lungs
i know it's cold and i know
you're a child of the sun

but little canary
please don't stop singing to me
you're voice makes me forget
the person i used to be

i wish i could let you
build a nest inside my heart
but it's really not safe there
the roof is caving and the windows are dark

your sweet twitterings
kiss my fears away
with every soft spoken chirp
i feel a little less ashamed

of who I was

-

and when you whistle
dies to a whisper
i will turn back, i'll go home
I won't hear you whimper

i promise

because I've been to far, gone too deep
and no one's told me
i've been lost and alone
with no sanctuary

inside

but now i have you
and i can't allow you to fly away
now do you see
why i'm begging you, please don't escape

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I wouldn't usually post this without going over it about twenty two more times, tweaking and replacing and deleting and adding entire stanzas and then deciding I don't like the format and changing that completely too...anyway, I'm trying to do something new here everyday! We will see how long that lasts.

this is loosely based around the canaries miners would bring with them into the mines. If there were toxic gases, the canary would die before the miners, giving them a signal and time to get out. If only we all had canaries inside us to tell us when we were in too deep.