A Bluebird In The void

A Poem by Matthew Bass

I started smoking again
It's terrible
but, I'll buy another pack soon
it helps me think:

Hell is cold and unlit
a metaphor for distance from love-
so I kiss you as much as I can
with the vain hope you can feel them

with every thought, my heart melts
deeper into enigmatic you
because I've never forgotten...
why I fell in love and,
how easy it is.

© 2012 Matthew Bass

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Added on October 6, 2012
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Matthew Bass

St. Louis, MO

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It´s funny how we think we are all on the cusp of something, and just have not been recognized yet. I am no different. I don´t really care all that much, but at the same time I do care. .. more..

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