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Fault In Our Stars Poem


Even with plastic tubes tangked through my hair,

Eating death at every meal,

Take me to France my love?

Or we just flying towards death?

Smokin' your non-lit cancer stick

Grim Reaper standing right behind you darling we never notice it,

You gave him eveything, your lungs, your eyes, your legs,

But he'll take your life and stare at you untill you die,

Through out all your life you'll be the same,

Be the baketball, I'll be the aim,

Rember, love demands to be pain,

And darling, pain demands to be felt,

And when that phone rang late at night,

I saw him take your life,

And when I cried it wasn't just because you left me broken and empty,

It was because I knew I would see him again,

He toke another peice of me with him,

And without notice he went away,

Into the darkess and blacker day.

 

 

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