I can't really write a poem on lupus since it's a disease and I'm not good enough at science to link the 2 but please please click on the link and spread awareness.
Anyway. The poem for today (which is completely unrelated)
Taken
I want you to be mine
but that sounds
like a claim
and anyway
you're already
someone else's.
Maybe I'm just
over thinking
but were you leaning closer
after we'd spoken?
Was that smile there before?
And like an immature
school girl
did you mean
for our arms to brush?
Maybe you would
like me if you were single
Or maybe
most likely
it's all in my head
and you'd always
choose her
over me,
instead.
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