filter through my life blood
pumped directly from my heart
you'll find an unusual strain "Love"
a non-fatal disease, and your the cause
i was infected when I saw you
your ethereal beauty transcends
these Earthly bonds
like a drug it spread
the symptoms are as follows
trouble breathing, difficulty speaking
clumsiness, erratic behavior, trying to hard
and awkwardness are common
if I keep it to myself
it will probably become malignant
slowly eat away my soul
good intentions rotted to the core
my only choice is to admit my affliction
there's no vaccine
there's no way to fight this off
you're my only cure
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3 comments:
Such powerful descriptions. This is amazing. I love love the analogy. My favorite part was where you listed the symptoms. That is great. Especially the ending. Lovely poem.
Awesome! I love the poem. It's very descriptives.keep the work going.
this is so cute, and whoever you wrote this about must hear it! i bet they will think it is amazing! The symptoms are commmon in all of us def. :)
nioce work son!
dez
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