Lyrical

A plague filled my body. 

That’s all we ever want, isn’t it.

Everything we can’t have.

Anyone we can’t have. 

Someone who can have every last bit of us, 

When we are rarely given a bite. 

It’s a ghastly disease, a plague. 

Loving someone too much. 

Being loved too much.

It’s all too lethal. 

If only there was an injection,

To cure this infection. 

It’d cure millions, 

Make billions. 

Because there is nothing more expensive in this world,

Than the prospect of a truely requited Love.