4 June 2012
DO NOT READ WITHOUT A TWISTED SENSE OF HUMOUR!
Waking at ungodly hours, Everything in the house is still, Nothing did a'wake me, Truth me told I'm really Ill.
There was this bug that over took me at about the time that we met, I had not touched your skin though, The joys of the Internet.
The bug it took over me, one section at a time, This was when I travelled to see you, And convinced you to be mine.
From then the illness got quite bad, It quickened as our relationship grew, Eventually we shared it; well... not that you knew.
You may think I'm talking about love my dear, I'm not unfortunately. Coz now you're my ex I'm happy to say;
Iv given you HIV
Love Sick... Kinda • Opuss № I