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Write Me a Poem | Heartbreak Indie Song (Breakup, Melancholic Acoustic)

Write Me A Poem is a sad indie acoustic track about heartbreak in the era of screens. About the song: It starts small: a hoodie left behind, streetlights in the rain, the way your mind loops the same memories like old code. The breakup isn’t dramatic, it’s quiet. Just “unseen.” And suddenly you’re alone with the after-image of someone who used to be there. Instead of texting them, you talk to a machine at 2 a.m. You ask it to “write me a poem” because you can’t find the words yourself. And it does. It turns your mess into something beautiful. That’s the irony, and the comfort. No reply from the person who mattered… but perfect lines from a cold, glowing screen. This song sits in that weird space where grief becomes content, memories become tabs, and healing doesn’t feel heroic, just slow. 🎧 Headphones recommended 🌧️ Mood: melancholic / indie-acoustic / late-night thoughts Created with AI as a creative assist, guided by emotion. 🌙 Moonroom AI music for those who don’t belong. #AIMusic #IndieAcoustic #HeartbreakSong #BreakupSong #Melancholic #SadIndie #AltPop #GenZ #RainyVibes #BedroomPop --- Lyrics: You left your hoodie. In my chair. Like a soft mistake. I still don’t wear. Streetlights smear. On wet roads. My thoughts loop. Like old codes. I scroll past us. Like nothing. My thumb shakes. Over something. So I talk to a machine. At 2 a.m. Write me a poem. Make it clean. Make my heartbreak sound serene. It’s funny. It’s cruel. I can’t get a text. But I get something beautiful. Write me a poem. Make it clean. Make my heartbreak sound serene. You broke me to pieces. Heart in stereo. And I still can’t let go. Your goodbye was quiet. No scene. Just “unseen.” Now my room feels staged. Like a set. Where I play myself and still forget. Love’s a glitch. Looks like fate. Till it crashes. Then it’s late. I ask the screen for softer words. I needed yours. Write me a poem. Make it clean. Make my heartbreak sound serene. It’s funny. It’s cruel. I can’t get a text. But I get something beautiful. Write me a poem. Make it clean. Make my heartbreak sound serene. You broke me to pieces. I remember you. You still live in me. Yes you do. I wanted real. Not borrowed light. Not comfort that’s formatted right. But maybe this is the lesson. Not “stay.” Just: nothing is promised. Not even pain. Write me a poem. Make it clean. Make my heartbreak sound serene. It’s funny. It’s cruel. I can’t get a text. But I get something beautiful. Write me a poem. Make it clean. Make my heartbreak sound serene. You broke me to pieces. I remember you.