The dozen of devotees moan over the knot you made abruptly and tight, jointly with one whom provides the mysterious armor you crave.
While the familiar heart that made the bed you use to slumber ends in a sudden asphyxiation - in a big bang of waste.

Yes, I choose to take side with that one in the corner.
Over to the side where you might not be accustomed to.
Over to where your true hue covers the walls.

As we celebrate in our own contentment of being forgotten and toast to your new found sanctuary.
We take steps further from those walls,
As we make trips to return to where we were once left
Just in case those who extend your smile lines and deepen your dimples move,
the Kleenex to your emotions are ready to be used.
again.