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#mumps
It has never been my forte To find words I really mean This time I think I know How vital you are to my routine Please excuse my stumbles My mishaps and bumps Love is a contagious disease I think my heart has the mumps And I know you might understand Just in case you don't I have been working very hard To find an antidote
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
Antidote
It made me Sick. The kind of sick That books describe As green, Ghostly skinned With red rust noses. Sick to my stomach Like when you wake up At 2:00 AM And realize that Something Is Not Right Before you sprint Down the hall To the bathroom And ***** pizza bagels into the Pristine marble sink. It made me sick like When it gets so bad that Blowing your nose hurts Because the extra soft Kleenex Have scratched your skin raw Over And Over Again. It made me sick When I realized That it wasn't you that I loved But the feeling of being loved.
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
Lovesick