Now You're Ill It all seems like yesterday
I loved you and you loved me
It felt like it was meant to be
At least that's how it seemed to me
Although you said nasty things to me
There is no hate inside of me
You probably meant the things you said
And those nasty thoughts inside your head
I'm just too kind to be mad at you
But you'll always be mad at me
I just wanted us to be friends
You just said you wished I was dead
But now the tables have turned my dear
Now you're the one who is ill
At first I thought it serves you right
For being nasty when I was being nice
No one should suffer when they're ill
I hope with speed you shall heal
I hope that you get well soon
And once again feel over the moon
I wish that I could say it to your face
But I know you can't stand the sight of my face
So in this poem a message I send
Get well soon my distant friend
Copyright 2001 Lee Platford
Written 6th October 2001 | 
