Hii Steemian
I got sick,
Chills and fever,
My joints began to stiffen,
My mouth tasted bitter
My tongue is sour.
Alone,
I reached for the pen on the table,
Write down the name,
Then I prayed,
In order for you to come home quickly and take care of my sick,
My head hurts,
My nose rippled,
But you did not come.
You are a medicine,
At the same time the culprit of disease.
Why should you go?
If here I can love you with a heart's conscience?
I memorized your name repeatedly.
Trembling my teeth louder.
The cold that made my heart frozen and vacillated.
Shit, you should never come.
And ruined my life as it is today.
