Incurable Desire

May 16, 2010
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I have a sickness,
Can you not tell?

It is clutching at my soul,
Making my mind race,
Making my heart pound.

My sickness,
I hope it is incurable,
This sickness is me; it is of my own will.

My symptoms:
Lost in thought,
Always adrift,
Speaking and muttering under the breath,
Severe anticipation,
Racing beats of the heart,
Face, red and hot.

My sickness,
Is it not obvious?

I cannot stop thinking about you,
I cannot stay focused,
I cannot stop dreaming about you,
I cannot wait to be with you,
I cannot stop my heart from racing,
I cannot stop blushing,
I cannot hide it anymore.

My sickness is infatuation.
I am in love with you.

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