In the hospital that's where we first met
sad thats how we ve been
I had cancer and only a month until I leave
this life and the white room I spent my days in
the doctor just told u
u ll die next week
coz ur heart is weak
at the floor u were staring bitterly
so I saluted u gently
u smiled painfully
we talked about life and what it meant
about ambitions and dreams
I said : I want to see the sea !
u smiled : why not sweety ?!
I laughed : we cant leave the hospital
u smirked : nothing is impossible !
tomorrow we escape !
I laughed again : u re unbelievable man
but I wont miss the chance
u whispered : on the sand ; we ll have owr first dance
that's my reward princess
I blushed , my tongue was speechless
I rushed back to my room
as u sang : tomorrow will come soon
and ur dream will come true
Butterfly , butterfly lend me ur hand
let s dance on the sand
I ll fly to the sea
fly with the butterfly ,,,
I ve already updated the nest part of the story ,,,,, if u wanna read ^^,,,,,
YOU ARE READING
the butterfly and he going to the sea
Poetrywhen you re told : you ll die next week because your heart is weak !'' what would you do ? would you rush to realise ur dream ? or would u like to realise someone else's one? two people about to die : clara and michael .... engulfed in despair but f...