Headache (The Pain Of Your Kiss) Poem by Paul Anthony Scott

My head is aching, my
mind is brewing, I’m
sure there’s something I
should be doing, to
ease your conscience baby -
clear your mind,
but I’m far too busy clearing mine.

My head is aching, my
body’s dying, I’m
sure there’s someone I
can hear crying, for
someone to hold on to -
for all time,
but I’m too engrossed making my life prime.

My head is aching, my
brain is hurting, I
can almost sense the
final curtain, now
that life has fulfilled
my every wish,
I could die only feeling the pain of your kiss.