Poem of the Week

The Cure

Sitting in the doctors feeling kind of low
I don't know what to do my aching pain won't go.

I took my course of tablets
I took them twice a day
but I think the Karma got me
and now I have to pay.

They can't find no ailment
and are a loss to see
that the problem isn't physical,
its caused by you and me.

For all I done and all I gave
you took and played away
and now my days are numbered
I ain't got no will to play.

I am truly broken
my heart is torn to bits
and whatever the doctor says,
can it ever be fixed?

I don't need no medication
I just need your love,
because you are heaven sent,
my angel from above.

I'm feeling kind of better you're fast to ease the pain
for now we're back together our love will surely reign.