The songs I made today
I forgot to write them down.
Now they are just lines in the past,
lines that left just a tangled frown.
Songs of rationale, songs of life,
songs which never were, of laughter and damp cries.
If I ever meet them again
in the palace of the clutter of my mind
I'll greet them and treat myself one more time.
But I won't write them down
Just loose and refuse to share them.
They're no dark secrets,
just small lines which I can call mine.
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I forgot to write them down.
Now they are just lines in the past,
lines that left just a tangled frown.
Songs of rationale, songs of life,
songs which never were, of laughter and damp cries.
If I ever meet them again
in the palace of the clutter of my mind
I'll greet them and treat myself one more time.
But I won't write them down
Just loose and refuse to share them.
They're no dark secrets,
just small lines which I can call mine.
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