laughter pulled all four of us in, 

heads turn to the breaker of silence.

my heart 

felt 

her 

delight, 

her very contagious light.

even if i were to tragically go deaf,

there would still exist the music box in my head.

does it make you feel better? using writing as some sort

of weapon for your own lost satisfaction? im so sick of your

judgments and it hurts my head when you abuse your talents.

i cant help but read it. i cant blame my mind, its ever so curious.

i must detach my emotions from negativity, yet who are you to

judge me? you did not see him and me grow together as a team.

lay your anger and insecurity to rest, and make a change for the best.

don't let things that remind you of me cloud your head.