Sunday, November 22, 2009

To Best the Broken Nest.

To Best the Broken Nest

There is no love
Within this house
We can't go out to play

We're stuck inside
Trying to hide
To pass the day away

But in the corners
Of our walls
We can all find parts

Of hidden joy
And youth's sweet ploy
To recollect our hearts.

Written 11.22.09 @ 12:36 AM

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