Lost lines

Hot lines circle my mind
Never have the time
To write them down
They fade my mind Over time
Words of love and patience
Reflections of my soul
I choose to pour into words
Gone before they're grown
The seedlings of my brain
Under nourished and starving
Screaming for the sunlight
To stretch out and grow like oaks
Lost in the dirt of life
No pen and pad to water 'em
Just gambles of getting it back
Like a paramedic who won't quit
Poems of my soul
Lost in the deep pockets of my mind
Hot lines for the time
That will never see the light