I would marry you if you were not only twenty.
You catch me each time I fall.
You said you were not nice on the phone.
And then you used words to comfort me.
You said I need bandage for my broken heart
And you can just stop a brain hemorrhage.
If I came to die, you could have my books, my piano and my harpsichord.
You yelled at me, you almost cried.
I withdraw these bad thoughts.
I would never let you live such sorrows.
Thanks for being just a bandage of my pain.
I need you, MD.