Songs.

The Joy of music.
Dont get me wrong its amazing, but certain songs hold certain memories.
The Song that i used to be able to listen to twenty-four seven, I am no longer able to do,
I can bearly stomach the sound of those lyrics which linger in my mind.
Those memories which i thought i was rid of flood back to me,
drowning those happy recent memories which i try to keep close.
Are gone.
At the thought of those memories which now hold his face.
The face i cannot stand to see the face which i wish to just fade into the woodwork away from my life.
Away from these times, these memories.
Which i do not want spolit. x