poetry:// this malady...

this malady...

this disease is my love... without a remedy...

this sickness of the heart... that has no cure...

bitter sweet malady...

this cancer of the soul... that science cannot detect...

this sickling of my blood that pains me...

this...

my love is confusion when you are near...

this...

my love is depression when you are gone...

how much it aches from pain...

feelings foolishly rushed now part of me... bitter sweet malady...

my only remedy...

my only hope...

only you can find... my remedy.

to cure my malady...