FORGIVE MY BROKEN PROMISE THAT YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME CRY
Listening to a song that someone introduced to me, I let each piano key flow through my ears, into my head. Processing each and every word. He said that when I listen to that song at the right time, I will understand how it relates to me. It is the right time. We were so close back then. But now, he is in my history. I feel so heavy, like there are millions of weights rested on my shoulders, weighing me down. When I feel like reaching out to my dearest, I feel like something might go wrong and that I will shy away. So then I turn away from that thought and walk right past it. But little do I know that that little turn adds weight to my poor aching shoulders. And what do I have to do? I apply thick heavy layers of makeup so my friends don't know what I'm feeling...
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