there's a bluebird in my heart that<br />wants to get out<br />but I'm too clever, I only let him out<br />at night sometimes<br />when everybody's asleep.<br />I say, I know that you're there,<br />so don't be<br />sad.<br />then I put him back,<br />but he's singing a little<br />in there, I haven't quite let him<br />die<br />and we sleep together like<br />that<br />with our<br />secret pact<br />and it's nice enough to<br />make a man<br />weep, but I don't<br />weep, do<br />you?

Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski