Don’t Forget
There is no greater pain than losing a poem
The beautiful words you can’t show them
It stuck with you the simple words
But flew away like a flock of birds
There is no curing this awful feeling
I can’t seem to breathe as I stare at the ceiling
My heart aches with a loss so deep
Grief in my soul daring to sweep
Me away into another rhyme.
Perhaps it wasn’t all that good, it’s a sign
Maybe it was too simple and sweet
Pedestrian kind from the street
I think I know where I went wrong
I didn’t save it, I said so long
I closed my laptop, with too much trust
In the future Ill save it with lust
The save button is my master now
I can now take my bow
