Finally, we can be together,
Like a booger to a nose in the winter weather.
I love the snot out of you,
I’m your tissue Boo.
Fill me with you mucus,
Slimy and all it’s just us.
Wipe away our past,
Throw the debris in the trash.
There’s no medicine, there’s no cure for what I’m going through,
The diagnosis is that I’m sick in love with you.
(10/23/2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem