Cries of my heart

I never listened to them shout

It's right before the veil of night retract itself gently from the horizon

When the hazy white of morning appears

Usually my most beloved moment to observe

I hear their voice, loud and clear

Their quarrel explodes and to not listen

I play sound on my speaker and turn the volume up to the max

Begging deep in my heart to not hear

And for the rhythmic soundwave to reach the planet Mars

I know for a fact that this will forever break us

And tomorrow will not be the same as yesterday

I know the anger and disappointment has been kept for too long

Too deep

A ticking boom who set itself for today

And clenched my sides, unprepared

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