Of our Romance
Your a fever I can't sweat out,
Laying in bed, screaming your name,
I can't get rid of you, so easily
Your like a drug I can't put down,
Coursing in my veins, thicker, sweeter then the blood,
Running from our finger-tips
As we hold hands, running through the razor blades
Of our Romance
Your like something I've caught,
A rare butterfly in a net,
And I love you,
More surely then I've ever loved
Anything else before.
Your like a fever I can't sweat out,
Thrashing in the sick bed
Of our Romance
poem by Geneva Henderson
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