Misery hates company
We were always lied to
From the shores of Tuscany
To the great beast Patu
From sea to shining sea
Beyond what others ache or need
From every depth of me
I want to plant the seed
"I am afraid of judging eyes"
The first poem that was mine
Much to everyone's surprise
My heart still beats just fine
Lost among the roses - tall
That turned a shade of blood
Blackened by the grief of all
When my heart was but a bud
The ache I feel every morning
Reminds me I still live
While my eyes are storming
This graceless heart I give
A sweetest of surrender
Pouring out more of myself
My mind thrown in a blender
A soul trapped on the bookshelf
Stuck always between the lines
of imagery and forlorn words
Blurring lies with "I'm Fine"
This heart is for the birds.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 5:50 PM UTC
Misery hates company
We were always lied to
From the shores of Tuscany
To the great beast Patu
From sea to shining sea
Beyond what others ache or need
From every depth of me
I want to plant the seed
"I am afraid of judging eyes"
The first poem that was mine
Much to everyone's surprise
My heart still beats just fine
Lost among the roses - tall
That turned a shade of blood
Blackened by the grief of all
When my heart was but a bud
The ache I feel every morning
Reminds me I still live
While my eyes are storming
This graceless heart I give
A sweetest of surrender
Pouring out more of myself
My mind thrown in a blender
A soul trapped on the bookshelf
Stuck always between the lines
of imagery and forlorn words
Blurring lies with "I'm Fine"
This heart is for the birds.