a symphony of notes run through her mind. instead of stretching his to meet them, he remains silent in her breakdown. so close she comes to a laughing word, but only when he jokes in her dreams. before she sleeps at night, her heart breaks more than once for the man who hears... but chooses not to reply. he says nothing. nothing is what her heart holds onto. it holds an occasional glance, a silent smirk when her eyes chance to close in the dark. he cares not, in truth, to hear her notes. without this lyrical connection there is nothing. nothingness speaks a sonnet with no rhythm, like singing an a capella chorus with no voice. but the voice is there - at night - in her head - in her mind - in her dreams - dancing to disturbed notes with no melody. without him
Reason for writing:
This is about a guy, who was there all the time... except for when i really needed him...
its also about a very good friend of mine, who needed nothing more than for her boyfriend to ask her "whats hte matter?" and he wouldnt..
Birth sign: Scorpio
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