If you put these words to melody
would they suddenly be known?
my poems played across the world
to an audience that's grown?
I've no melody in mind
only scribbles on a page
though as music comes and goes
my poems never age
The rhythm is the meter
the title acts as bass
the words that rhyme in every line
are notes you can't replace
They say all songs are poems
but it's rectangles and squares
Yes, all songs are poems,
but some poems don't get there.
With the curtains thrown wide
we see the world gray
and we know it's the fault of our own
Spent far too long
bearing crown, sword, and shield
I write in pen
to get comfortable with my mistakes
to catch all my thoughts
scatterbrained
and fleeting
pens scratch the itch to write
better than any graphite
the use of ink before pencils
I never thought I'd be 16
nor thought the grass would still be green.
At 5 I met my oldest friends
who I still talk to now and then.
At 6 and 7, all through 10
Nostalgic blurs remain of them.
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