A sound proof bubble of music and art.
A state of limbo for a broken heart.
You play guitar. We stare at stars.
The world for the moment is ours.
Routine visits form a slight bond.
Live in the moment don't envision beyond.
I mend my heart as you create arts
The world for the moment departs.
Outside reality begins to seep in.
Attachments are formed more than a friend.
The Bubble is broken. No words are spoken.
This world's final moments beckon.
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