Isn’t it the feels that never goes wrong
When you’ve put someone
Immortalized in a song
When every statue perishes
At each tick-tock of the seconds;
The song remains as-is, unblemished.
Isn’t it nicely done
When the words are all said
Like an open book, a spread in a bread.
Sweet belongings you can always own
and listen on a post-hump day
When you’re down and in frown.
Isn’t the one you needed
Was just the song, I am emphasizing
Hyperbolic statements that I am wrong
Isn’t it that I am wrong
To assume that feelings are just for rhymes
A word play to listen as you sip your wine
Isn’t it delusional
That I am feeling this feeling
A song is just a song, and love is just a feeling.