There’s something about those strands falling over your eyes
There’s something about those deep dark eyes
There’s something about those luscious lips of yours.
There’s something about those dimpled cheeks
There’s too much I’ll miss now
There’s nothing more than you’d take me along with you
There’s you and me going over and over, again!
I try and stay awake only to find myself going into a haunted nightmare. I’m not sleeping. I can’t sleep. I won’t sleep. Everytime I go to bed the flashing image overtakes me, taking me into the depths of hell and beneath. I wake up everytime and find tears smudged. And then I find you.
“I’m not the one?”
“No, you’re not. “
“I tried.”
“I know.”
“I left nothing to chance.”
“ ’course you didn’t.”
“Then why not me?”
“Why would it be you?”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
“Did I fail?”
“No.”
“Then I did succeed, didn’t I?”
“No.”
“But, why?”
“Nothing.”
“Look at me.”
“I have leukemia.”
