A Song Unsung


You would have loved it.
I spent years on it, you know.
I wanted to quit,
But the thought of you would flow.

However, you will never hear my song.
I've held back for far too long.
You see, I forgot how to sing,
So now my song is a faded and dry spring.

I was waiting for you to pass,
Yet all you did was pass.
Now that beautiful song is lost,
And now covered in moss.

You would have loved it.
I spent years on it, you know.
I wanted to quit,
But the thought of you would flow.

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