So Much It Hurts
Like a splinter in my thumb,
I think of you each day.
Like a cold sore on my lip,
you just won't go away.
Like a paper cut on my finger,
I'm reminded that you're there.
Like a nit explosion in primary school
you're always in my hair.
Like an ice-cream headache in summer,
you hit me unexpectedly.
Like a fright inside a haunted house,
you're that little bit of wee.
Like a stone inside my shoe,
you leave me limp with pain.
Like the proverbial penny that's bad,
you turn up time and time again.
Like a bolt from out of the blue,
you hit me from above.
I can't deny it, it must be true,
I think that I'm in love.
Copyright © John Jones | Year Posted 2020
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