Now I listen with my eyes.

There was a time when I believed in all words.

This time being when I was young.

I would listen, believing over the years

my ears have become calloused and somewhat deaf

to the words, false to the heart from which they spoke.

 

I cried, often in silence from the hurts,

but the wounds would soon heal, the scab disappers,

leaving only a scar to remind me.

 

Now I listen with my eyes.

 

[Collected]

Done