When I'll become old and cough my lungs out
Will you be there by my side and rub my back?
When I'll be tired; too tired to even stand
Will you be there beside me and help me?
When I'll be sick and gulping medicines
Will you be there with a glass of water for me?
When I'll break my heart into a million little shards
Will you be there to pick up the pieces?
When I'll be sleeping, lying on the bed
Will you hold me and wake me up?
When I'll be cooking and feeding you
Will you be there to appreciate it?
When I'll be sitting with my parents in front of yours
Will you have the courage to ask me?
When I'll be walking down the aisle towards you
Will you be there to hold my hand and say the vows?
When I'll be dying, lying on the hospital bed
Will you be there to hold my hand and comfort me?
When I'll be dead, put in the grave
Will you come by everyday with flowers and sweet talks?
And when finally you'll be there beside me after everything
I'll be there for you and try to return everything you've done for me
Because then I won't have any reason not to...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N Yeah yeah nice to meet you all too... I know you all missed me... Right? Right? No? Ookaayy.... *dramatic word stretch*So did you like it? DM if you don't understand anything in my poems! :)
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