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poem : Rookie of the year (socrates monae tales part 2 )


Lmao ! I never thought that i could smile again, heartbreak led to stroke, never believed i could walk a mile again .
I was laying on my hospital bed when she walked in, 5 foot 4 her body fits everything she's wearing.
Like a movie i thought she was the type caught up i superficial glamour, but when she spoke all i wanted to be was her knight and shiny armour
She had this smile that makes my world a better place, the first girl whose endowed but her beauty has me steering @ her face.

It was like end of days when the world had a blackout, laying in my surgical bed, she ran for help but found a lockdown .
I had fallen in love on my dying bed, with a girl who i couldn't talk 2 but to me many books she read .

They needed to get me to the nearest hospital, the thought of being with her kept me going.
As she took me to the helicopter, the strap on my bed wasn't properly tied. Move where the words she cried .

We flew into the air and the storm arose, to rush me out fast the door wasn't closed.
We hit a bad wind and the chopper drifted to the side, the held my stretcher but couldn't hold my life as i fell saying the last words of my life "i love you "

Falling down took ages as she watched me and cried, i fell from a nightmare to a reality and smiled knowing i had you by my side ....................
I wrote this thinking of how i want to spend my days with you ......................

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