A Pebble In My Shoe Poem by Peter Strugnell

And they say that nostalgia, is a seductive liar,
and then again, there is no smoke without fire,
I know that we should, never look to the past,
because nothing lasts forever, nothing ever lasts.

And I can't seem, to love the one I'm with,
I'm all cried out, I've nothing more to give,
and I have real trouble, in moving on,
I know the past is past, what's gone is gone.

There's something nagging at my mind,
you know i don't mean to be unkind,
but you're like a pebble stuck in my shoe,
and I hate myself, for still loving you.

I still can't get you, off of my mind,
on my heart you've stamped, and signed,
a part of life of which, you were a phase,
but it wasn't all bad, weren't there some good days?


The word is out, in the neighbourhood,
that i can't love, that I'm damaged goods,
I'm still waiting for time, to heal the scars,
as we divide in two, everything that was ours.

There's something nagging at my mind,
you know i don't mean to be unkind,
but you're like a pebble stuck in my shoe,
and I hate myself, for still loving you.


It is perhaps time, to start something new,
after all the pain, that we've gone through,
I'm finding it hard, for the heart to let go,
and we really do reap, everything that we sow.

And wish i knew, what it was you seek,
there were promises, that we couldn't keep,
and now we shall never, grow old together,
it's clear that your 'forever', was not forever.

There's something nagging at my mind,
you know i don't mean to be unkind,
but you're like a pebble stuck in my shoe,
and I hate myself, for still loving you.