A Forgetful Heart

A forgetful heart is a sorry thing,

That falls in love and

Forgets to fall out,

It will invest futures

And never collect the sum,

Set all days afire

Until only ash remains,

You will find it taking trains

To places that no longer exist,

It will recruit dreams

Until bursting

And forget not to burst,

Its absent-minded songs

Will be spun long after

Their purpose is moot,

The gusts in your blood

Will be misplaced promises

That will knock your walls

And keep you guessing,

A forgetful heart will

Search for happiness

And discover

Melancholy