And he turned to me the other side,
He no longer played his song.
The lullaby he strummed so sweet,
Our journey wasn't long.
His melody so safe and sound,
It drifted far away.
Distance dragged my joy,
No longer would he stay.
What once cradled me to sleep,
Was no longer oh so near.
At night I lay restlessly,
Silence fills my sorry ears.
Pressure on the music box.
I didn't mean the break the lock.
I twisted him too hard and now.
No longer does he wish to play for me,
His lovely sound.
-Pressure.
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Written By evalicie
