loud

May 22, 2020

Every moment that I never paid attention hurts now

Now that I can't see to talk or touch you it hurt now

Now being so damn far apart and I can't remember how

How you look, feel or sound, I can't remember how

How to not be shy or jump or talk to you and make sound

Sound....sound....sound....is loud.

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