When it comes to love
I don't know a thing
A passing phantom of a thing
Ticking time, a bomb goes boom
Always kissing my way in
It always kicking me out
Dizzy on distractions
Running me straight into the traffic
Drunk on the dreams of naïve
Caught red handed
Chasing one high after another
But when it comes to love
Girl, I'll stick to you
Science of society
Just menace, Just silence
Chemicals can't break us down to the atoms
Of whatever alien "this" is
Never did I ever
Would I'd be where I am today
Never did I ever
Have whatever "this" is
Whatever us is
When it comes to love
Girl, I'll stick to you
YOU ARE READING
Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
