A Forgetful Heart
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