It's a sickness that we can't shake.
A fever of one hundred and two,
A scrape on the knee that bleeds,
A cough that hurts our insides.
Love makes you sick
And it's hard to get better.
It's a sacrifice we don't understand.
A gift given spent with your own money,
A stolen kiss on the third date,
A lack of focus on things important.
Love is a sacrifice
And its's hard to get it back once you've lost it.
~a.k.
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I'm having serious writer's block and that's why this poem is so short :/
CITEȘTI
Polaroid Poems
PoezieSo I write poetry... © Alyssa Koepke ____________________ For even more poetry, check out the next book in this poetry series, Paint Swatch Poems.
