#3

Forgot not


'never did write that poem,
I must have left it at home,
or written it in a dream

it floated right by,
and into the sky,
it was lighter than it did seem

but who was the author?
who was it about?
what did it exactly mean?

it was about me,
it was about you,
'how we were a wonderful team

now it's about me not pretending,
that I was the only one mending,
and sowing and mending the seam

I'd be right there,
and not perfect I swear,
I remember the threats and the scream

let's remember the gifts,
'remember the presents,
the dark's not as dark as it seems

heck I won't play the games,
it's just not the same,
I'm not there and it's end of the scheme