No. No no. No no no.
It's not true.
It can't be true.
Please.
Wake me up.
Please wake me up.
He is not dead.
He can't be dead.
If he is,
Who will cuddle with me every night
Who will whisper to my ear comforting words
Who will make me breakfast before I wake up
Which every time has a different love card?
But wait.
Today I had no words
Neither breakfast with cards
And I can't remember the last time we cuddled at night.
Okay.
It's okay.
The doctor said smth about cancer.
But it's okay.
He told me it's okay.
It's just a nightmare.
Wake me up.
WAKE ME UP.

Oh well look who doesn't know good english and his poems are just like shit.