Doll in Wonderland

Heart Sickness

You're just as sick as your secrets they said

I just want to be sick with you

This waiting, longing, pining...I'm wasting away

The only sustenance I require is the salt from your skin

Feverish and sweaty

A friend in need is a friend indeed, but I'm not sure if we are friends

We're we ever really friends?

Let's just play doctor

It's way less complicated that way

Tired of this sickness, my ever bleeding heavy heart

Covering you in kisses and bandages

You'd be a fantastic nurse, you said

I'll bring you a cold wash cloth for your head and tuck you in

I just don't think I can ever heal you

Heavy hearted broken man

Maybe I shouldn't even try

This fever is going to burn everything else down

Ever fatally attracted to your sickness, can't escape it's hypnotic pull

Love me, love me, love me

Like its own pulse

I'm drowning in your tears, wanting to lick your heart

Sick.

Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    suffering is contagious, so be careful
    of what you invite into your heart
    its a lot harder, to get it out...
    thanks for sharing



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