more then friends

i remember when i met him

that made me forget about the inn

he got an body of architecture 

and he would become my cure 

who would new , that i would fall in love

it that guy on retirement  , but i must admit 

he wore kinda heavent  sent , perfect 

i remember how i fell out my wheelchair 

into his chest and have made it my home 

so i wont be less alone 

how he swept in when i fell and was like OMG X3 

and i recall his eyes be the most perfect ones i ever , see 

how he woke me up , kneel down beside my bed 

and the intimacy of when he  style me like an personal stylist

brush up my confidence by put on some make up  like an makeup artist 

how he became more of a team mate then i wore patient 

and spoiler alert , i  never felt like that - but it wore perfect

how you wash me clean well that was a dream 

and how  with me in the corner when you had break 

took your coffee , and how we play yatzy 

how you help me with the food and stuff 

small stuff like that basically is enough 

for me to notice you set the bar 

for whoever comes along in the future 

... no pressure 

and i like how you dealt my pills

so casually becuause in some hands 

and i guess that why we more then friends 

we have that trust thing going on

and i am not trusting any one