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.
- Author: Doll in Wonderland ( Offline)
- Published: October 28th, 2021 21:14
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
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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