The Fixated Remedy
By: CorrectionFluid
On its orbit
The earth revolves
It’s never constant,
At no time stationary.
One turn
I was a child
Too dependent,
Certainly fragile
Next turn
A monster was I
Easily irritated,
Complicated and tired
Another turn
We’re now the same
Less childish, more matured
It feels like a game.
Then for the 4th turn
You and I, We were alone
You asked for an urgent favor
Sent me chills down the bone.
Now for the last time
On its orbit
The earth revolves
It’s never constant & stationary.
Even if that’s the case
One thing is for sure
I’d still be your helpless child
And your love is my cure.
