There are songs
I’d forget
And songs
that never forget me
They play back
what I tried
to bury
Some days
I let the record spin
on repeat
Other days
I shelve it
like it never
knew my name
But the sound
still finds me
at sunset
Right at the intersection
where my secrets meet
Between
Sorrow Avenue
and Heartbreak Boulevard
I linger there
too long
Crossing over
to somewhere
farther than closure
So I take the needle
between my fingers
Flip
to the other side
Study the grooves
like they might confess
something new
Hoping the waves
don’t distort
what I’m trying
to survive
But they always do
Because the weight
carried in sound
doesn’t fade
It fractures
Into highs
and lows
that echo longer
than they should
The songs I’d forget
The songs I regret
They don’t leave
They shape me
Into a perfectly imperfect
mess
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 11:12 PM UTC
There are songs
I’d forget
And songs
that never forget me
They play back
what I tried
to bury
Some days
I let the record spin
on repeat
Other days
I shelve it
like it never
knew my name
But the sound
still finds me
at sunset
Right at the intersection
where my secrets meet
Between
Sorrow Avenue
and Heartbreak Boulevard
I linger there
too long
Crossing over
to somewhere
farther than closure
So I take the needle
between my fingers
Flip
to the other side
Study the grooves
like they might confess
something new
Hoping the waves
don’t distort
what I’m trying
to survive
But they always do
Because the weight
carried in sound
doesn’t fade
It fractures
Into highs
and lows
that echo longer
than they should
The songs I’d forget
The songs I regret
They don’t leave
They shape me
Into a perfectly imperfect
mess
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