Every Song
All the friends that use to call,
never seem to call at all.
In the mirror, him I knew,
now it seems has left me too.
Feel as though my mind is blank,
only have myself to thank.
All the words I try to write,
disappear before my sight.
Every song I ever sing,
sounds like the same old thing.
Lost my voice along the way,
guess I've nothing left to say.
2/28/20
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2020
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