Bluebirds & Ink

bluebird, fly away,

to the place we were before,

where we don't have to worry.

lead me back through the years,

just a haze of pain and meds,

bleach and starch and sterile walls,

white rooms, white lab coats.

but bluebird, my little bluebird,

you are a splash of color in my

washed-out world.

you are the shade of dreams come true,

and white is the tint of nightmares.

dear bluebird,

you're the only one who doesn't think I'm crazy,

i don't care if you're real or not.

The End

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