You were there,
I was here;
You were a jock,
I was lonely;
But it started with your smile,
And it ended with me crying;
You made me feel something,
But I try to fight it and convince myself it was nothing;
You reached out your hand,
I gladly took it;
We soared high for years,
Forgetting our tears;
You got down on one knee,
I couldn't believe what I could see;
You whispered 'I love you,'
I whispered 'I love you too';
You grew happier overtime,
But there was something on my mind,
You asked me 'Are you feeling fine?'
I answer 'I'm about to die';
You shook your head vigorously 'Doctor's wrong, I'm calling her,'
The doctor said it was stage four cancer;
You started to cry,
So I held you close that night;
Every night you still hold me close to your body,
And I always recall that happy memory,
Everyday you still ask if I'm feeling okay,
And I always reply 'I'm here to stay.'
THE END!!
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Tilted
Poetry"What's love, when we are in pain, how can we fly above, when there's tears streaking our face."
