The irony of
a soft, comforting moon
only assures me
you won't be home soon
and the promise "in a little bit"
becomes the words unspoken
during the agonizing days
my heart will be broken
The euphoria of change
didn't last long
I'm dancing alone again
to a frighteningly familiar song
This constant preference for quiet
is just a kinder form of violence
but I still bleed the same
under the shattering sounds of silence
I surrender my hopes
to the comfortable lie
and watch my heart suffer
in the place dreams die
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