Forbidden Fever
98.6 Degrees
His body soaked,
wet, sweat, weak
internally repairing,
viral agent source of damage,
temperature declining leading to
symptoms vanished,
famished,
weight lost apparent,
a parent, children noticed change
anti-depressants unable to curb pains
a strange place to lay, the bed "you" made,
nine days later, he recognizes the masquerade,
wipes tears for the last time, appreciates the game played,
though he lost her, he won, his favorite jewel no longer jade,
end of the last act, curtains close, scene fades…
(Love sick no more, time to upgrade)
His body soaked,
wet, sweat, weak
internally repairing,
viral agent source of damage,
temperature declining leading to
symptoms vanished,
famished,
weight lost apparent,
a parent, children noticed change
anti-depressants unable to curb pains
a strange place to lay, the bed "you" made,
nine days later, he recognizes the masquerade,
wipes tears for the last time, appreciates the game played,
though he lost her, he won, his favorite jewel no longer jade,
end of the last act, curtains close, scene fades…
(Love sick no more, time to upgrade)
love sick no more, time to upgrade...wow, how f***ing arrogant of you (and rude)
I don't feel the arrogance. I feel bravado. A facade of sorts that we all use to protect what we're really feeling.
Sorry, I know you didn't ask for dime store psychoanalysis ... good piece.
I'm really feeling this poem. Nice.
Beautiful, sensually written for the mind to flow with your words