It twists my stomach and places a oodles feeling in my chest.
It leaves my face in a numbing pain, my lips stretched.
You gave it to me.
The feeling is spreading, everyday that I talk to you.
And soon others get it too.
In differnt snippets of their lives.
And it will continue to spread like a wild fire.
No antibiotics will cure it, because it will come back again and again.
And again.
There's no stopping it.
The doctors called happiness.
I never thought that I would get it, an irremediable disease.
Now I'm stuck this way, it's seeped into my cells and blood.
And I'm not complaining.
In fact, I'll enjoy every moment I'll have left in this lifetime.
I'll enjoy the minutes I have with you and others.
The smile on my lips won't go away, and I hope yours doesn't too.
Because that's how it started with a smile.
Then I'd grip my chest, sensing that odd feeling.
It wasn't a big deal at first, but when I got wheezy of laughter.
I had to check myself out.
Then the new came and they told me,
"Please be glad for the time you have left."
"Spend time with family and friend, live each day to the fullest."
And now there are tear that happens, when I'm overwhelmed.
They call it "tears of joy."
They slip out of my eyes when I can't laugh, but the smile is still on my lips.
I know in the end, that because of you,
I can die with Happiness.
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Mind's Collection
AcakA random book I just started. When I get an inspiration from my life, I'll write it down. List of titles will be down below. P.s. the updates will be random. "When it's not okay." "Gone..." "I cried..." "Words..." "Trapped" "Disease: Happiness" "Ti...
