a poem come true

he is tall as a tree , nothing like me

im short as a lump

but he help me with the rehab

push my wheelchair over the ramp

put some music on the playlist

spin my wheel chair around like a rec

never in my wildest dreams i thought i could

have you , on the back - i mean back

i know where i stand with you

but it doesnt mean i can like you

i remember how it went

you know how i went to heaven sent

by that hang out invite

how i forgot your number

but i stood in ushuaia that summer

cried my heart out and pick it up

how stupid can i be to fuck this up ?

but than of a chance , you grab my hand

invite me to a chat and i was like - perfect