King of the Cushions

A Love Song thats not about being In Love

Sometimes, when I lose my head

And everything is going wrong,

I will just sit down in this couch

And listen a-loudly to this song.

‘Cuz it reminds me

How it used to be

When you would sit there

Next to me.

You might ask me what I’m writing this for.

It’s just because my life has become such a bore.

I hate how my life’s become so dry

Because I was once such a special guy.

They all would come right up to me

To see exactly how they should be.

I miss just helping all of them out

My head/My heart wants to scream and shout.

One day, when I lost my phone

And it was off and couldn’t ring.

T’was in the cushions of this couch

Where I springing sit as though I am king.

Had to check to see

If you texted me

Because I still care.

I wish you could see.

You might ask me what I’m writing this for.

It’s just because my life has become such a bore.

I hate how my life’s become so dry

Because I was once such a special guy.

They all would come right up to me

To see exactly how they should be.

I miss just helping all of them out

My head/My heart wants to scream and shout.

This isn’t a declaration of undying love.

Actually it is.  But not that I am in love.

Because a person can feel more than just affection.

For affection is more of a heart-panged affliction.

Love means you can be together

In any kind of pain-staking weather.

In love is more of having to be together

Because you're afraid of anyone who might get her.

Sometimes, when I lose my head

And everything is going wrong,

I will just sit down in this couch

And listen a-loudly to this song.

‘Cuz it reminds me

How it used to be

When you would sit there

Next to me.

Author's Note

Note that this is not about relationships as in dating and marriage and such, but rather just relationships that mean as much and if not more (there is a difference).
Tell me what ya think.

Reviews

[Christina May Shanaberg]

This poem is very well written and has wonderful flow to it. I like the visual of sitting on a big, comfy couch listening to the same comforting song, again and again, while reflecting upon memories of a, once comforting friend. It makes me want to find that couch and have a sit. I wonder what the song might be that is playing in the poem?! This work leaves me with a nice feeling. Great job!

[lindsay]

I like this a lot. I felt like I was listening to a friend who was giving me advice as I was freaking out. It has a s friendliness to the lyrics which I enjoy yet it has a mellow tone and by tone I literally like in a song. This is good,as always.