Hey all! This was a poem I wrote a while ago, but it's the only one with a few rhymes in it that actually seems a little decent. They're not really lyrics, well, I haven't tried putting them to music so I'm not calling them lyrics...yet. Anywho enjoy this. I seem to write a lot better when I'm not focusing on rhymes-does that happen to anyone else?
IS IT A HURT?You watch a sceneAnd glimpse a momentAccounting for your statusMaybe the reasons aren't clearYetBut you can still feel it
It was a lookThat reminded youOf the unforgivableA shriveled heart thrown to wasteYesNo illusions this time
Your stupid mindIt pulled the triggerSent an abundance of painThrough your soul, back to your chestHowDoes that make any sense?
But is it a hurt?Or a pain of joy?Is it a sink?Or a jolt in the void?
Then there was a kissAnd the flashbacks floodedAnd your confidence frayed
As did your egoAs did your conscienceAs I was on the other lineVodka-soaked tearsRevitalised my fearsAnd in that instant I knew
It wasn't your hurtIt wasn't your painIt wasn't an actOf your memory-ridden brain
It was a reminder of your mistakeThat only another fool could makeAnd when that time comes, I'll feel sorry for him