all i know are sad songs....

the bosom of burns
warms a sad song
that we live

a star twinkles
for lovers to cast
a wish

I don't know
what happiness was
or even is

but, is it gone?
I dunno
it maybe could

blow the leaves
in the directions
it pleases

but spread emotion
to the little kids
growing up

for a handful
of tears
in exchange

for a key
to my problems
would I know

what a song is
or what it does
and I'm not sure

if he exists
or if hes there
within my closet

i cant seem
to hear him
maybe hes lost

this catharsis
im living in
imaginary? he might be

all i know
is the sun shines
behind every cloud

the ice seems to be melting
on every mountain
on which our parents stood

if I could cry every day
to ease the world
in a cradle of wood

every emotion
every tear
every worry

I would...
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