Friday, August 17, 2012

quiet poem

quiet poem

its just too quiet in here

for some emptiness is fullness
for some emptiness is just emptiness

but it turns out that its both filled
with joy and pain in equal measure

but that's what's intended

and you
are a bluebird
that always lives
in someone else's backyard
singing

and you always fly away
when i try to make you mine