it wore the hardest fall
how i fell out my wheelchair
into my caretaker
never been so knock out of something breath taking
how he pick me up like a i wore nothing
with time i learn what quality to look for in a man
stung by the kindness in his heart and the intelligence in his brain
tangled up by his empathy and drowning in sympathy
and thats how i decided to make you a chapter in my poetry
the intimacy of have somebody always being there
helping you with your lips and hair
little stuff like that i miss
having it like always
like this
how you became my stylist
secretly that always been on my bucket list
somebody to dress me when i am not cable
and im not sure if it wore cabin fever that made me deliver
this feelings but i am a firm believer
of it was true
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