the last dance

you put your hand on my shoulder the other on my waist 

grab me tight and all i see you and me, in the neonlight 

its all a vision that never come to permission 

but i see me in the hospital gown with your arms wrapped around 

is it ok for me to say so, if i asked you for my last dance would you say no ? 

i know im the saddest poet you knew mainly because i knew my future 

chronical illness without no cure but think as me as your hospital princess 

because it isnt sorry about me , born to die but i have achomplish quite a lot with my illness 

and i feel proud over it because i grew to love it , every seizure , drop and fit 

but it remind me of a certain music when i take blood sample like you sample music 

so there sorta a connection and it took me a long time to fall in love with myself and condition but 

music have helped me along the way , ever beat , drop and song ...

have help me overcome and finally i feel like im home 

so , everyone who read this - my nisch is more of poems that are more from being sick perspective as i trying to spread awareness.