The love bug is going around
Everyone is flirty and
chocolates are sold out in town
Everyone is getting smacked, punched, surprised, and
hit w/ Cupid's Arrow & inevitably they get sick....
and have to stay home, unable to work
they are in love, and must be with the One
who got this disease w/ them.
Ladies and Men wait a year for the disease to come out and break
but there is something that they missed from this case of
Yearly internal Bliss
There is a vaccine out there, and it seems to be my blood.
Because I can't seem to get it, no matter how hard I try.
I thought I should mingle w/ the ones who had it
Open my mouth w/ a smile to see if it could find me.
I even put my heart out in the open, leaving it naked, bare, vulerable and cold..
but no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get it
Is there a malfunction in my brain, some lack of girly charm that I didn't get?
Or is it that Cupid tried to get me, but missed?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.