"Catching Fever"

on the spot

"Catching Fever"

Shivering

not from the cold

but from the various folds you've left me in

between your bed sheets

I roam, alone, half alive.

The strings of your love have pulled me through, I dunno how, but I kept on moving.

Trudging along this dusty path once more

I struggle to open my eyes 

to the blinding lights in front of me

I know this place

I think to myself

I've been here before

Home.

Your words have yet to soak in

sinking into my brain

a sea of love

rotten

like the aging wood on the Titanic, as if it was still stood there, on the prairie

.

"Lovers, lovers we'll be, forever, you & me"

But even that seems overrated in itself.

In itself.

In itself.

Beat-Beat-Broke.

Into a thousand pieces, shattering, shattered, have shattered, again and again.

over and over

around and around.

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The wind was

saying, "It's alright, board the tram, might as well, no use staying, 'll only cause trouble"

So I boarded, not looking back.