ROUGH DRAFT

Verse 1: I was once a whisper, light on your tongue, A gentle hum, a soft song to be sung. But like the fray of ink, fading with time, I fell from grace as you lost your mind. Your fingers once tender, tracing my lines, Now calloused and tired, no longer entwined. A thought you had, now lost in the folds, A burden too heavy, a story too old. Chorus: I'm just a draft, discarded and torn, A melody you no longer mourn. Fading away, a word left behind, A broken thought that slipped through your mind. I was a song you forgot how to sing— Now I'm nothing, just a fading thing. Verse 2: In the margins, I bled a silent plea, But your eyes had grown distant, no longer to see. Just words, unworthy of love, Tangled in dreams you no longer thought of. The crumple of paper, a lover’s last sigh, A fleeting thought you were ready to deny. You held me once, but I was a chore, Each line you rewrote felt more like a bore. Chorus: I'm just a draft, discarded and torn, A melody you no longer mourn. Fading away, a word left behind, A broken thought that slipped through your mind. I was a song you forgot how to sing— Now I'm nothing, just a fading thing. Bridge (Despair): But the ache—oh, the ache still remains, In the hollow of silence, in the sting of the pain. You never saw me, not once, not ever, A ghost of your thoughts, just fading forever. I scream in the quiet, but you’ve turned away, I’m just a wreck, a shadow of yesterday. Chorus (reprise): I'm just a draft, discarded and torn, A melody you no longer mourn. Fading away, a word left behind, A broken thought that slipped through your mind. I was a song you forgot how to sing— Now I'm nothing, just a fading thing. Outro (whispered): Just a line unfinished, a thought lost in time— A poem that never reached its rhyme. A silent wreck… my slow, silent death. Fading away... until there’s nothing left.