a new poetry.

I use the music to fill the empty spaces
I believe it can make anything better
no matter how difficult it is to see some things

the nights I wake up on the couch in the middle of the night
and limp feverishly to my bed
are the nights I feel most alone
yet most alive


I use the magic to fix the empty spaces
I believe it can make anything better
no matter how difficult it is to see the pictures of your face

the mornings I wake up remembering everything from the night before
and stumble carelessly out of bed
are the mornings I seize the day
while forgetting the past

the end of something new
the beginning of us.



-bw