the music does the talking.

i made a poem, yet lost it hope she understands, cause lord, ive lost it it was perfect now its ashes im disappointed in myself tears on eyelashes it described it perfectly yet not perfectly enough it disappeared like smoke yet not quite as tough wisping along my skin it described every flaw im so distraught when i thought i lost it all i forget it and move on screw it let the music do the talking . i genuinely had an amazing poem here, it was amazing, yet i accidently closed the tab somehow, lost it, and feel utter despair when i realized i couldnt remember what i wrote. i suppose i couldnt remember because i couldnt feel the same exact combination of emotions twice. emotions change, so when i was done with one line, i would feel something else, etc, etc. till the poem was done, meaning ill never be able to remember it the same way oh well, i made a new one, nto as good, but good enough the music is what counts