If only you knew, my dear, how ill you were.
Rather, face reality you'd start a war.
You'd become impatient and fiery before
The doctors and nurses could care for my hubby.
I'd worried so. You could always handle me.
You couldn't bear to stay away when holidays
Rolled around whiles in their care; you'd runaway.
Nothing could keep you away from your family.
You thought you were cured and through, yet it reoccurred.
If only you knew, my dear, how ill you were.
8/27/2019
You’ve been percolating
Just for me,
While I imitate life.
When I’m weary and afflicted
From a fitful sleep, fears reoccurred,
You’re waiting for me.
Epitome of bittersweet,
Bitter enough I need you,
Sweet enough I want you.
Electrify my mind,
Like soul adrenaline
I’ll dance if you ask.
Could we be like before?
When I’d stay up all night,
Just to be with you?
Nowadays more like a crutch,
Keeping weariness at bay
And I hate that.
I want the excitement again
Of first love’s
First sip.
But coffee my dear,
How ever far you stray
You still make my day.
I m a person who loves bike rides so much that one day when my heart is failing and struggling to survive,I don't wanna go to the hospital in an ambulance .I wanna go there in a bike.It should be driven by my best friend. That person shouldn't mind to stop and get me a chocolate ice cream even if i m bleeding to death or outta oxygen.If this happens , my soul would rest in peace and my body would rest on his shoulder.
Even if i die on the way to survive ,I would feel happy . I m not depressed or talking stupidity ! And this doesn't mean that I love the bike ride or the chocolate ice cream so much . It just means I have a memory . It was the best memory I had with my pal. But now I don't know what really happened , he said there's gonna be no more rides. And even if he changes his mind , whom will he take for one after i cease to exist ? That memory with that person is all i miss .
And that best memory when reoccurred at the worst point of life will make me smile at my best,
even if i might not live for the rest.
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