"there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?"Bluebird, Charles Bukowski 💙
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bluebird
Poetry"There is something about the blue," she whispered, and her starry blue eyes flew away into the blue skies. But they were so beautiful, he could not tell whether it was day or night.