Bluebird from Awkward Silence by White Noise of Anxiety

I’ve written it 10, 20 times or more
But ink has a funny way
Of saying everything
Exactly how you meant to say it

And I wish that the
Tear stains on my map
Fell from the apparition
Of past memories

But the bisecting black and blue lines
Continue to converge to gray

When the
Bluebird
Is pushed from the nest
Does it
Curse its
Own two wings?

No souls to fit
In bronzed shoes
An entire life
Shouldn't fit in a backpack

And gravity should pull us
To one definite center
But I’m falling out of orbit
Into an endless expanse

For each star with a purpose
I’m the one bastard sun unwished

Every
Echo
Has its source
But it
Fails to
Come back home

Your childhood
Never
Seemed so small
Than from
The back of
A speeding car

• Milwaukee
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• Punk
• emo
• post-hardcore
• twinkly
• Kohler