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-**** 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.