songs.

nothing worse than knowing

all of the songs in your head,

touching your heart and soul 

and wherever else you let them

go.

i hear this tune,

that voice,

those beats,

their words

hidden and unsung.

jumpy,

slow dancy,

romantically heartbroken,

happily sad,

cutting like broken glass,

play rewind play.

oh oh oh

hey hey hey

nah nah nah nah.

play until they are old

and tired and flat.

then i will think of you

as something little more

than a hackneyed song.