I'd send you those songs

Overwhelming sting
like a rubberband to wrist
each time I wanna send you a song

when I'm moved by words
or a strumming of strings
it'd be easy to forget how long

I was stuck in a place
where I had no status; it was not my thing
(it wasn't, not at all, all along)

so I don't send you those songs

and because I want to be strong

because I want my ripples--

I shake my head fast,
not willing to think
that what I decided is wrong