The snare with the hair:
That's what I called you,
There's a good reason why,
It was a joke for a while,
It was a funny one too,
You remember it don't you?
We were both seniors,
When I really got to know you,
But you were the section leader,
And I was the flute player,
Who just wanted to start anew.
I didn't fit in with the rest of the pit,
But I tried so hard,
I didn't want to quit.
Do you really think I expected to fall for you?
You and the faces you made as you played,
You and the jokes you'd throw out in the middle of practice,
You and your nineties cop glasses.
I'm not really sure what else to say,
Except that I wouldn't have had it any other way,
Performing with you was enough for me,
Because, deep down, I knew there was nothing more we could be,
No matter how fast my heart would pound at the sound of your laughter,
No matter how warm I'd feel at the sight of your smile,
I knew that you'd forget about me after,
After you went home to your normal lifestyle.
You wouldn't be sitting there thinking of me,
When I laughed,
When I smiled,
What we could be,
You wouldn't remember that part of our song,
The first one of our show that senior year,
The one that everyone else seemed to fear,
That one was my favorite part you see,
Because there was this moment,
When you'd look at me,
And I'd look at you,
It was only one note,
A simple A flat,
Played on three keys,
One by you,
And two by me,
It was then,
when it became so clear to see,
That I had fallen for you,
But you hadn't for fallen for me.
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Don't Forget About Me: Poems By The One You Already Don't Remember
Poetrydon't forget hold your head high whenever you're hurting just look to the sky I'll be there for you as you stare at the stars whenever you need me I'll never be far your smile sparkles like the moon in the night so never forget to always shine brig...
