Fly

Grow wings and fly away my heart
For you are not anyone's
Nor there is any cage that can contain you forever
Your thirst for pain and love can't be quenched
Neither by the birth of new love nor by the death of the old ones.
The constant search for doors connecting the light and darkness
each locked down by the words crafted carefully,
the shapeless heart and the boneless poetry
more insane than a thousand bottles of wine
like a contagious disease, ruining the soil slowly
Withering away the very soul of the books that contain its poems,
Fly away to the nest far above, far from the pure souls!