Wednesday, March 13, 2013

nursery in five four five

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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