the things left unsaid
are things we forget
while out of our heads
we'll feel no regret
silence is golden
gold is no token
hearts have been stolen
crumpled and broken
pick up the pieces
and keep them in place
once pain decreases
we'll open the case
in which they were kept
so safe and so sound
in which they have slept
and cannot be found
now much like our script
our hearts we forget
from our chests they slipped
we'll feel no regret.
- afm
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