Pocket Poetics

[Intro]\n\n[Verse]\nFound a scrap by the cart\nIt's a work of art\nIn a rusted silver cart\nKept close to my heart\nIt’s where the stories start\nBefore we drift apart.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nA blue ink stain\nLike a soft summer rain\nDown the memory lane\nTo ease the quiet pain.\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, it’s a tiny paper soul\nMaking my broken heart feel whole\nA poem in a shopping aisle\nMakes me wear a crooked smile\nI’m just a collector of the ghosts\nOf the things they loved the most.\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nScribbled on the back\nOf a yellow snack pack\nKeeping me on track\nWith everything I lack.\n\n[Verse]\n"Cat food, tuna, kale"\nSuch a quiet little tale\nMaybe Mrs. Gable’s cat is pale?\nOr she’s sending tuna to the jail?\nI follow every tiny trail\nUntil my own senses fail.\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, it’s a tiny paper soul\nMaking my broken heart feel whole\nA poem in a shopping aisle\nMakes me wear a crooked smile\nI’m just a collector of the ghosts\nOf the things they loved the most.\n\n[Bridge]\nSome say "dog treats"\nWalking on the busy streets\nSome say "birthday cake"\nFor a hidden lover's sake\nIt’s a secret history\nA sweet and scribbled mystery.\n\n[Hook]\nScraps of life\nSharp as a knife\nEnding the strife\nIn this lonely life.\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, it’s a tiny paper soul\nMaking my broken heart feel whole\nA poem in a shopping aisle\nMakes me wear a crooked smile\nI’m just a collector of the ghosts\nOf the things they loved the most.\n\n[Outro]