Somewhere In Life Is Love

Love is a Sickness

Profusely I sweat her feverishly
As if temperatures were high;
Making my mind delirious to think
Her beauty in this world was meant for me.
What could it be that makes me so heated
For her
I wait for medical reasoning
Maybe even spiritual misleads
As thoughts of her rush through my mind
Like Hermes speeds through time
Sending me messages that are not clear
But seem to say that approaching is okay
Although instinct tells me otherwise
I could indeed swallow my ounce of pride
And allow my feelings to be hurt this last time
Before giving up all hope on finding love.
Not to say I would not be susceptible
But love is something that you trip into
Fall head first, bloody and open
So that the virus can seep into open sores
And travel through bloodstreams into the center
Your heart
Yeah now it got you
Like a bad disease
Never at ease
Keeping you up at night without Nyquil to please
Kind of like that fly on the wall
Constantly there to tease
Awaken senses and leave them hanging in air
Amused by your frustration and peaked by your motivation
To end the teasing game and rest within consistency
Yeah love is a sickness
And I think she gave it to me


To understand my words, you must first understand my mind. Balik737