she can't hear the song.
his heart still sings but she can't hear it over the screaming of his actions.
his heart tries its hardest to project above it all, but it just can't be heard. it will sing it low, and it will sing it high. either way she can't hear it.
the song of their love has been forgotten by the two gods.
he has ignored his heart's song in favor of his ambitions, and she can't remember the last time she heard it.
his heart still sings, but she can't hear the adoring melody. she can't ben hear the baseline or the basic rhythm.
she can't hear the song.
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exhale
Poetry"can i exhale for a minute? can i get this out in the open?" a collection of feelings molded into mediocre poems
