Saturday, December 20, 2014

My cure

As I sat there,
Next to the toilet,
In the mids of the night,
Feeling as horrible as anyone could,
I thought of you,
You would be the one,
Who'd hold my hair back,
Who'd wipe my mouth,
Hand me a towel or water,
You'd be the one,
Caring me trough the night,
Making me soup,
Putting me in the shower,
And lay me under a blanked,
Darling you know,
If you're the cure,
I'd be sick for ever,
Won't you be my cure?

You're the only thing I need...



















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