love is a plague
that i have caught.
there is no cure,
except for the price
of a broken heart.
i watch as everyone
around me
catches this disease.
and i witness
people being cured.
they don't want to be cured though.
then i find out,
you have the plague.
i am your disease.
YOU ARE READING
drifting thoughts
Poetryjust a book full of short poems. enjoy :) (lowercase intended) {HIGHEST RANKING: #34 in poetry} [STARTED: 12th october 2017] ~◇~ "i dreamed our love was real. i dreamed we were happy. i dreamed of us laughing. i dreamed that we would live forever. ...
