I feel like im a forgotten love song.
A lost melody
Everybody used to love the way my every word fit into every rhythm
How every line defines how they’re feeling.
But Im just a part of their memory now
The sort that’s intended to be left forgotten
And now Im recreating the rhythm, the lines, the words.
But before I can even let the world hear it, you held my sheets and tore me into bits.
And I dont know what I am now.
THIS IS AN ACCEPTANCE POST FOR THE PERFECT POET AWARD ON WEEK 30 AND ALSO MY CONTRIBUTION TO THIS WEEK’s THURSDAY POETS RALLY.
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THIS WEEK, I NOMINATE THOUGHTS NOT LOST