why should you come? and left the wound so deep
Hii Steemian
I got sick,
Chills and fever,
My joints began to stiffen,
My mouth tasted bitter
My tongue is sour.
Alone,
I reached for the pen on the table,
Write down the name,
Then I prayed,
In order for you to come home quickly and take care of my sick,
My head hurts,
My nose rippled,
But you did not come.
You are a medicine,
At the same time the culprit of disease.
Why should you go?
If here I can love you with a heart's conscience?
I memorized your name repeatedly.
Trembling my teeth louder.
The cold that made my heart frozen and vacillated.
Shit, you should never come.
And ruined my life as it is today.
Keyboard by @delahoyya
