Treasure Island

Jeremy Rascon

(September 24,1993 / Silver City NM)

Sickness


It makes me sick to see you
To dream of you
Sick to my stomach
It just keeps coming,
I try not to stare
But in the end,
I always end doing so.
I feel sick when I see you,
And when your distant,
And Im surrounded by your pictures,
I feel sick.
Like the world doesn’t make sense
And it only happens when Ive been around you.
After awhile itll fade.
I wont feel as sick.
But you come back.
And I revert back
To the sickness.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013

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