Will you still love me
when my body is too weak to carry itself?
When the creases of my skin are the only thing I can see in the mirror?
Will you still love me
when my hips are too stiff to carry the rest of my aching body?
And as you roll me down the street, because I cannot walk it myself?
Will you still love me
when I lay in bed for days at a time because I am too fragile to get up?
Will you still love me
when the knowledge that my heart can stop in a moments notice
sits on your mind like a permanent pebble in your shoe?
Will you still love me?
Because I'll still love you.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 7:02 PM UTC
Will you still love me
when my body is too weak to carry itself?
When the creases of my skin are the only thing I can see in the mirror?
Will you still love me
when my hips are too stiff to carry the rest of my aching body?
And as you roll me down the street, because I cannot walk it myself?
Will you still love me
when I lay in bed for days at a time because I am too fragile to get up?
Will you still love me
when the knowledge that my heart can stop in a moments notice
sits on your mind like a permanent pebble in your shoe?
Will you still love me?
Because I'll still love you.