I will never be a song,
sang every day
praised by song birds
never turned away.
I will never be a poem,
written with great thought
turned in and read
then sold and bought.
I will forever be the forgotten melody,
never sang or seen
a broken bird without wings
without thought.
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Words That Used to Twist My Tongue
PoetryPoems I write, as usual triggers will be listed if there are any.