At the very thought of you, I’m inspired to poetry.
I close my eyes and drift away in dreams of you, like a melody.
With each stroke of my pen, I remember your smile.
I remember it so vividly, although it has been a while.
Like the tune to a favorite song, that’s what you are to me.
Hard to forget, each note etched in my memory.
I miss you when you’re gone, and when you are here I wished you’d stay.
And even when you aren’t here with me, your kiss I still can taste.
If I had an addiction it would have to be the way you hold me…
Something Like A Virus
I guess you’re something like a virus, that’s the only way I can explain it.
It’s like the minute you infected me, nothing has been the same, it’s
like I can feel you like poison coursing through my veins.
You can barely see the symptoms but the outbreaks cause me pain.
If only I would’ve had a vaccine for the nonsense that you were gonna bring.
All of this could’ve been avoided, now it’s like I’m stuck in this bad dream.
I don’t even understand how all this manifested at first I thought it was just the flu.
But then I started losing sleep, my heart started to hurt, and all of this was caused by you.
When none of the cold medicine worked, I thought I just needed some rest.
Maybe I was working too hard, maybe it was brought on by stress.
but over time the diagnosis became clear, I was suffering from a common virus.
One that takes control of its host, and apparently I caught it when we first kissed.
It was contagious the minute you looked into my eyes and you smiled my way.
And my immune system has been fighting it ever since that day.
Now I’m sitting here, wish I just would have used protection
Instead I opened my heart up to you, and contracted this dang infection.
I misinterpreted your attention for something real
And that’s the reason behind this fatigue I feel.
I misinterpreted your words to be full of truth
And now I’m taking these pills two by two.
Don’t want to overdose on these drugs, but I feel like I have to.
It’s the only way I’m going to cure myself of you.
The doctor told me this will get better with time.
But I will do anything just to get back my peace of mind.
You’re like a virus and I thought I couldn’t get you out of my system.
But truth of the matter is the memories of the past I can replace them.
The way I see it, its best to keep u quarantined
So simply put I need you to keep away from me.
Because I can’t risk to make the same mistake
And you’re something like a virus so; I wouldn’t want you to cause an outbreak.
Inside Pandora’s Box rest a collection of my thoughts.
Things of which I thought I knew, and the knowledge that I sought.
If you were to open it, do you think you could handle my past?
Could you live my present, and in my future how long could you last?
Could you tolerate my journey, is your back strong enough to carry
the burdens of my daily living, no, quite the contrary.
My mind and heart are at war, and my thoughts drift away.
My heart speaks the words that my lips refuse to say…
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