Prisoner

“Sorry, I can’t come out, I’ve got the flu”

When all that’s wrong is I’m thinking of you.

Avoiding friends, skipping dates,

Missing birthdays with paper plates.

An uneasy feeling of what I’m supposed to do,

You’re completely oblivious to what you’ve put me through.

Broken down, without your smile,

Praying its just for a short while.

Competing with the pain you’ve left in my heart.

Searching for a way to make a new start.

Laughing at times we once shared,

I never found the time to get myself prepared.