CrookedShelf
I am a university student here to find some emotions and maybe to write some too...we'll see.
Infected
Doctor’s cannot do a thing,
x-rays show nothing.
I am infected.
My eyes are foggy,
my lips parched,
my flesh sweats.
Fever takes hold of me,
thoughts ramble,
I cannot think clearly.
No one knows what time is left,
completely caught in this contagious dilemma;
yes, I am infected.
The moment you looked at me,
the second our lips touched,
I cannot rid myself of you.
I will one day die, a happy man.