Poetry

Cold

A cold feeling running through my veins
A shiver along with the pains
This is the worst it can surely get
I know the odds are against my bet

I need reassurement that I'll be ok
I'm lying here lonely please stay
The heartache I'm feeling it's just too much
Lying here dying, what is the rush?

You come along beside my bed every so often
I feel your hands that are softer
You make me laugh, something I've not done in a while
But I know how your feeling behind that smile

I know I won't be there but I ask for the future
You talk of me and you and I'm your suture
A quick look at the clock your time is up
Good bye for now let's hope for some luck