you can't see the sun if you're staring at the ground <br />and all is dark from behind closed eyes. <br /> <br />the birds do sing, louder than sorrow; <br />there's even music in the rain. <br /> <br />locked in a closest, curled in a ball, facing the corner; <br />you'd never know if someone reached out <br /> <br />there's sweetness in everything, <br />if you just weren't so bitter... <br /> <br />and if you only spend time at funerals, <br />flowers will smell like death.<br /><br />Pete O'H<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/5ense-of-happyness/
