In my pocket

In my pocket I carry my life.
It's not his nor hers just mine.
I lost it before.
I sat on it, dropped it and even stepped on it.
My life isn't in good shape.
Maybe that's the reason why I am Who I am.
My life is connected to this string.
They part half way one in my right Ear and the other in my left.
It's playing my lifethe past Present and future.
I'll still need to upload new Moments
Yet I dont have the time and mony to
The best things in life might actually be free.
I always keep it charged.
I'm afraid it might run out with my heart.
Music won't stop coming on the right moments
Yet all i have now are sad songs
Can you give me new ones
That will lighten my day just for three minutes
At least I won't forget
because my life keeps track of the years
In my playlist I hold
all the times i cried, lie, wept, laughed and loved.