you can't see the sun if you're staring at the ground
and all is dark from behind closed eyes.
the birds do sing, louder than sorrow;
there's even music in the rain.
locked in a closest, curled in a ball, facing the corner;
you'd never know if someone reached out
there's sweetness in everything,
if you just weren't so bitter...
and if you only spend time at funerals,
flowers will smell like death.