lovesickOf fevered sunsets  daydreaming that we’ve never seen the sunrise. Sick of this miserable moon longing boys and broken hearts Sick to the brim of getting out of sorts when you put your dirty hands around my neck And now I see love as Procne, Tereus and Philomela not as [upstanding example] Sick of my parents’ love sometimes we all feel such as incommensurate matches  Sick that I cant lo...