Dont you hate it
When you have the perfect
Poem in your head
Then its lost forever
Gone, dead

Merely a memory about
street lights and fog
Then you're there without
A little piece for your blog.

I had the perfect poem
Tucked away inside my head
Something about smoke
Or laying in bed

That poem couldve been it
Could've made my career
But now I guess
I'll have to deal with being here.

Next time ill have a pen
Or somewhere to put my thoughts
But for now ill remember the poem
That I have forgot.