"Tread softly. Because you tread on my dreams."
Because someday,
you'll remember
that silence wasn't always there,
like a loyal dog
curled up at your feet.
Because someday,
you'll look for these words
that were never said
lowered carefully into graves
dug of indifference
Because someday,
this silence will be deafening
and you'll beg for a moment's sound
or even,
my symphony of madness
Because someday,
I'll run out of sleep
and you'll trip
on the last dream
spread beneath your feet
Because someday,
All the laughter in the world
Won't help you remember
What it felt like
to smile
And someday,
You'll learn
that time does heal.
But scars?
They're forever.
