The songs you remember me by,
Are not sung today.
My tunes are new, and so are you,
Where were you yesterday?
The humming of that tune,
Stirs naught but my memories.
Let it go these songs of blue,
I have left them back in years.
The seasons passed and summers gone,
'Twas time to prance and you never stopped.
Till winters winds swept u beyond the morn,
And left my songs so robbed.
The songs you remember me by,
Are not sung today,
They are but your tunes to sigh,
As I sing for today.
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PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
