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A Heart Attack
Every day in my diary,
I write a thing or two about you,
I don't see you anymore, still you somehow
make it through,
Everything that happened is still so fresh in my
mind,
Though it is painful, I can't leave these memories behind.
I still remember the way I
used to play with your hair,
And friends watching used to say "What a
beautiful pair",
The way we used to run around holding our hand on
streets,
The way we used to dance listening to beats.
Everything seemed fine,
until one day I tried to be over smart,
I never thought that my prank could
forever break my heart,
It was april 1st and I asked my friend to make you
fool,
By saying "tell her I'm dead and that would be so cool".
Thinking it was true, you
ran with tears filling your eyes,
I was waiting at home, thinking of giving
you a surprise,
When you never turned up, I thought of ending this game,
I
called to your number and life never remained the same.
Your sister answered the
phone saying you were hit by a truck,
As you crossed the road, beneath those
wheels you got stuck,
As I ran to the hospital, I saw you lying on the bed in
ICU,
Doctors were saying it is hard for you to make it through.
As I kissed her forehead, I
could see her closing her eyes,
Her soul was leaving her body and entering
into the skies,
I could do nothing than watch my angel being taken
back,
Now every beat of my broken heart seems like "A heart
attack."
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