IT’LL ONLY BE A MEMORY

Each and every poem is a memory 

Yet they’re ones I’ll soon forget 

Because this mind is playing tricks on me 

But these words ain’t left me yet 

I can still write them down on paper 

My mind’s still active all the time 

So I’ll leave these memories for you to hold 

For when I start losing mine 

You can remind me of all the days 

Of all the years I came online 

With a few poems here and there 

Whether they were free verse or simply rhymed 

Maybe you can remind me of a quote 

That one line that made you smile 

The ones that brought you out of the darkness 

Even if it was only for a while 

Because soon each one will be a mystery 

Just this grey fog inside my mind 

A memory that lies within forgotten 

A moment in time I’ll never find

~~~🎵SONG LYRICS🎵 ~~~

(Spoken-Word (Beginning)

Every word I write is proof I was here.

If one day I forget my own voice,

lLetthese lines remember it for me.

(Verse 1)

Each and every poem is a memory,

ink trying hard not to fade.

This mind keeps playing tricks on me,

but these words still beg me to stay.

I can write them down on paper,

but the noise won’t leave me alone.

I’m leaving pieces of myself behind

in case I can’t find my way home.

(Chorus)

It’ll only be a memory someday,

a shadow of who I used to be.

So hold these words when I let go,

rRemember the parts I can’t see.

If my mind drifts too far away,

promise you’ll come remind me—

I was more than the silence inside,

even if it’s only a memory.

(Verse 2)

You can remind me of the days I showed up,

all the years I went online.

Free verse truths, crooked rhymes,

trying to outrun time.

Maybe quote that one small line

that pulled you out of the dark.

If it helped you breathe for a moment,

then I didn’t miss my mark.

(Chorus)

It’ll only be a memory someday,

a shadow of who I used to be.

So hold these words when I let go,

Rememberthe parts I can’t see.

If my mind drifts too far away,

promise you’ll come remind me—

I was more than the silence inside,

even if it’s only a memory.

(Bridge)

Because soon it may all be mystery,

just a grey fog in my head.

Moments buried under forgetting,

names, faces, things I said.

But if something of me survives,

let it be what I gave away—

a feeling, a light, a reason to stay.

(Spoken-Word (End)

If I forget my own memories,

let this be the truth you keep:

I was here, I felt deeply,

And I loved every word I wrote.