My heartstrings are stretched inside a piano.
Any time the keys are pressed, a song
Is drawn. Each melody is a piece to my puzzle.
I still remember that one dance,
I know where to find the timeline.
I keep my thoughts to myself
These days, for thoughts alone
Add a footnote that was not needed;
I think the meaning was clear. Teenage
Puppy love, but I bought that album yesterday.
I keep coming back here
Where everything slipped
It’s gone. The dream, it’s gone.