Memories of Serenity

Ignorance is in their eyes,
beady eyes of black;
they're cold.

Ignoring is the key
so they say,
hold your hands up to your ears
until their voices disappear.

But their words are still there,
trapped inside your heart that beats.
Faster and faster,
you hear the sound.
So you still hear them when no one's around.

They're all stored inside memories,
that holds your treasured thoughts you dream.

And all it takes is to think,
And so now they're all back;
and it's getting hard to rethink
of sweeter words of serenity.

Those memories of serenity,
that helps guide you back to sleep.