Laura Prochilo Poet Lyric

Fallacy In D Minor

I am that faded black album
Buried deep under your bed
Something new comes along,
You forget all my songs
Lyrics gone from the back of your head

You used to put me on and dance-
Twirl to the cascading notes
But my style is old, 
And my tales have been told,
Bitter anthems and bruised anecdotes

But don't you dare forget the past
Though the future may claim that it's dead
For there once was a time, 
Long before this sad rhyme
When you heard my soft music instead.

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