I am sick,
A sickness that only cured by him,
A sickness that sickens me to the deepest part of me,
Which is missing him every single day,
And he is my medicine to my sickness....
Are we sick?
Yes we are both sick,
Lovesick by the way we were both in love,
Homesick because we felt like homes to each other but nowhere near to each other,
And just mad sick because we were both abnormal for loving this much....
His voice is my medicine to my insomnia,
His laughs is my medicine to my sadness,
His jokes is my medicine to my dullness,
And just him is my medicine to all my sickness,
We both knew that,
We are each others medicine to the sickness that called,
I miss you every day more and more....
He simply heals a lot of things,
Especially from my past,
He helped me to trust and love,
Little by little,day by day,
Medicine that cured the scar from the heartbreaks and trust issues,
He is absolutely my favorite medicine...
But then I have some thoughts,
Overdosed by medication could leads to poisoning,
Which means that,
If things go wrong between us,
He was once the medication to my sickness,
May turned into a poison that will kills me,
So thats why we need to takes medicine accordingly,
So that you everything's goes as planned,
And the result is satisfying....
