Sickness & health

If you ever broke your back

I would carry the weight of your world on my shoulders

For as long as it took for you to heal

If you ever feel discomfort 

I would sacrifice mine 

You being happy always brought me comfort anyway

If you ever lost your sight 

I would describe everything the same way I describe your face 

In perfect detail and with upmost clarity

Hoping you could see the world as perfectly as you are

If you ever couldn’t hear 

I’d make sure I’d describe the sound of the clouds

And if I couldn’t I’d invent one just to see you smile

All I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy and you to be mine 

And I always hope those two things will mean the same thing.

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