Dont you hate it
When you have the perfect
Poem in your head
Then its lost forever
Gone, dead
Merely a memory about
street lights and fog
Then you're there without
A little piece for your blog.
I had the perfect poem
Tucked away inside my head
Something about smoke
Or laying in bed
That poem couldve been it
Could've made my career
But now I guess
I'll have to deal with being here.
Next time ill have a pen
Or somewhere to put my thoughts
But for now ill remember the poem
That I have forgot.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 3:40 AM UTC
Dont you hate it
When you have the perfect
Poem in your head
Then its lost forever
Gone, dead
Merely a memory about
street lights and fog
Then you're there without
A little piece for your blog.
I had the perfect poem
Tucked away inside my head
Something about smoke
Or laying in bed
That poem couldve been it
Could've made my career
But now I guess
I'll have to deal with being here.
Next time ill have a pen
Or somewhere to put my thoughts
But for now ill remember the poem
That I have forgot.
