She told me it was her heart
Something was wrong with it
That she needed to see the doctor.
She said that everything would be okay
And not to worry.
She’s really sick now
She can barely breathe
I tell her not to give up
To keep fighting
Keep pushing.
To look death in the eye and tell him to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine.
She laughs
And tells me that when it’s her time, she’ll know
She thinks it’s soon
I’m not ready.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 12:35 AM UTC
She told me it was her heart
Something was wrong with it
That she needed to see the doctor.
She said that everything would be okay
And not to worry.
She’s really sick now
She can barely breathe
I tell her not to give up
To keep fighting
Keep pushing.
To look death in the eye and tell him to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine.
She laughs
And tells me that when it’s her time, she’ll know
She thinks it’s soon
I’m not ready.
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