Flinching at the smallest of sounds; music in my ears.
The call of lovers escapes me, and I no longer hear.
Covering hearts with dust with blankets that have been worn,
holding together bonds of trust that have once been torn.
Sitting lonely on a table that once had held friends,
holding back tears of discouragement for the happiness of others
for no end.
The close proximity of of our happiness has come to todays end, regardless of forgiveness,
or regularity trends.
