Hospital Grey
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Complete, First published Feb 24, 2015
I wasn't weak
 i was strong
but i was walking in that hospital like a zombie of bone 

I walked and passed so many rooms 
to stop the feelings that kept me mourn 
Yet some of the people in that hospital grey felt the same way

But lightened was i when my eye caught your smile
the sweet curve of happiness 
you really can't deny.
Watching you from far afar makes me want not to die.

One time i passed by on to your  room
And that moment i knew the reason of your smile
I don't know what to feel, happy or sad?
but all i know that moment really struck my heart.

Now, the time comes 
of you going out of this hospital grey.
Although i want you out of that misery
there is a part of me that wished for you to stay
but as a nobody to you
 i need to be brave.

I planted my sight to your goodbye  
but gladly you look at me and smiled
With that i was very satisfied.
And the fact of you being discharged
 makes me happy yet blue.
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