Jul 20, 2008

LOVE SICK

ROOM 143
Give me a placebo to my broken heart,
hoping you are here hugging me tight.
youre the cure to my every cells,
No need to have any medications nor even potent pills.
Kiss me so i can breathe,
dont need to inhale an artificial air.
my vital signs were unstable everytime i see you,
weird feelings but i wanted to be with you.
Staring on flat affect now that we were apart,
my neurons can't tell why you just turn your back.
im struggling between life and death,
when you starting to say your final words.
my congested heart wants to die,
as you speak your bloody goodbye.


I'm sick to be a patient of love.

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