Five Chords

Five Chords

A Poem by sammybates
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to my first love, and the madness that came in hand

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And why is loving you such a crime?

is it the fact that I love you better

that I’ve loved you longer

that I love you stronger than she ever could?

Or no, is it the fact that you love her

despite what you don’t know 

what she hides and what she does

what she shows and never shows

So I constantly replay  the melody and harmony

Never making sense of the words

but listening to the same five chords

you originally sang to those birds 

I try time and time again

to make sense of it all

I piece it together

only to fall

So that’s what I do

No sense in stopping now

I look for the way out

But have no knowledge of how

so I continue and I sing those same hymns 

I try to forgive and forget

to no prevail

my love, as you should know

was never for sale 

You love her, it’s that simple

Why I cannot accept that fact

will always be a mystery

Maybe its an screams out my misery 

I see you with her and I bite my tongue

so loudly I scream 

so softly I plead

for the horror to end 

because it never can be right 

between you or I 

I lose the battle and the fight

If loving you is wrong

why does it feel so right?

Everything in my life

has lead up to you

It’s like an equation 

one I have the answer to 

It’s you and me 

It’s those five cords

That harmony 

so if loving you is a crime

call me a criminal 

for loving something so perfectly

in a world so minuscule

so the wheels in my head turn on 

and the picture plays back once more 

on the black and white screen 

I see you and I on the shore 

we laugh and we play 

without knowledge of consequence

 

because this love

is supposed to be magnificent 

so why is a love intended to be so magnificent 

so infectious 

so horrendous 

why do I love you the way that I do

what is it you do

to make me love you 

I’ve forced myself to believe

that maybe you aren’t happy

that maybe i can take the pain away

because that is easier 

than facing the fact 

you don’t love me 

never did, never will

I know it is you 

and while this is temporary 

and while you are temporary 

fleeting ever so sporadically 

my heart aches for your mystery and warmth 

one that was mine in my mind first

I wish I could tell you I love you 

for I truly do only that 

I love you and keep you 

I continue playing those five chords

I know they’re the only things left of you now

© 2015 sammybates


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Added on October 16, 2015
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