The Songs On My Playlist

It's a mixed emotional heart,

When you think of a song you want to listen,

And it plays automatically as the previous song ends,

As if the universe is really listening to all the thoughts of your mind,

Who am I kidding,

It is really listening to all the thoughts of your mind,

And the next thought is,

As the melody makes way to the lyrics,

And they, themselves hit the jugular vein,

Because you're thinking about that one person, again,

Whom you can't share the song with,

But you would have wanted to,

Or they would have wanted to too,

Maybe, hopefully,

But you're kinda glad too,

Because you cannot afford to lose another good song,

Because you still can't listen to some of the songs,

Because they still remind you of them,

Because they mattered in whatever capacity they did,

And you wouldn't have done whatever they did to you.

I know I wouldn't have done it.