Poems, Poets, & Poetry.

Sore

I ache for you, I plead for you.
My skin is blistering and feverish.
I'm itching & I'm breaking this,
at the thought of you.
I am just a sore lump, oh.
Waiting for my turn to come.
Doctor bring the fix, for my soul.
Call in the pain relief, I need an ointment for my feelings.
Some indescribable healing, I can't quite place the meaning for my sudden lack of breathing.
Call in an ambulance, I am getting awful dizzy, my knees just collapsed from under me, my head has hit the concrete and I'm bleeding from the impacted of my fall, please tell me I got it all wrong.
I am just a sore lump, oh.
Waiting for my turn to come.
Doctor bring the fix, for my soul.
I can't move a muscle, well I am moving my eyes, as I slowly look to the side, I see you in the doorway carrying on.
Can't you see I'm in a jam here, I kinda hit the ground here.
I can't move my limbs at all!
I ache for you, I plead for you.
My skin is blistering and feverish.
I'm itching & I'm breaking this,
at the thought of you.