never a smile passes by
that I don't ask why
how could you be so free
why could that not be me?

canned in a fishbowl
under weights of feathered fluff
I weigh the differences as I wait
for enough

my wings wither wearily
as my heart weeps
and the goalkeeper keeps
keeping me from my knees

lost in the time before I knew
what knowing is all about
I stand on my tippy-toes
and shout

of all the dark places you could be
why is it that my heart
underneath your footsteps
bleeds?

08/11/2015

Posted on 08/11/2015
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