When I was 15
I heard a song
That I though I'd love
For all along.
But by 20 that song
Didn't have the same ring
It sounded wrong
It didn't bring
The same feeling.
I told the next song I loved
That this love probably woudn't last
The song and I pushed and shoved
Soon the song was of the past.
A near decade I went through some songs
Hardly a week, a month...not long
Every beat sounds good
In a drunken whirl
But all they did, was make me hurl.
And now nearing 30
I have come into my own.
Happened upon a song
That's been playing a near two years long.
I wasn't obsessed. Didn't play it on loop
The song, a subtle soundtrack
A swift shot through the hoop.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
When I was 15
I heard a song
That I though I'd love
For all along.
But by 20 that song
Didn't have the same ring
It sounded wrong
It didn't bring
The same feeling.
I told the next song I loved
That this love probably woudn't last
The song and I pushed and shoved
Soon the song was of the past.
A near decade I went through some songs
Hardly a week, a month...not long
Every beat sounds good
In a drunken whirl
But all they did, was make me hurl.
And now nearing 30
I have come into my own.
Happened upon a song
That's been playing a near two years long.
I wasn't obsessed. Didn't play it on loop
The song, a subtle soundtrack
A swift shot through the hoop.
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