Sore throat, red nose
Can't even breath with your mouth closed
Those bloodshot eyes must sting
You might be coming down with something
At night I can hear your heavy breathing
No chicken soup could've stopped you from sneezing
That cough of yours was no good
I've tried everything I possibly could
You said you found a cure
But how were you so sure?
Not any traditional medicine
But oh how you're frame is now so thin
You're forehead is no longer warm
You look completely norm
Wait, so their is no deadly disease
You've just been sick of me
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Leave Something To The Imagination
PuisiI have all of these poems stashed away in my journal, and I think it's about time I share them. They aren't perfect, they may not make complete sense but they're a piece of me that I'd never change.
