A COMA OF YOU

By Nova Perez

Oh the many moments we can have,

even without holding hands.

Even when you are mad, sad or glad.

Moments are there that only we can share.

Because you are there.

You leave me.

Then the moments stops

like an unwind clock.

You left lost in time.

In a coma of thoughts.

A coma of you.

A memory of you when you are mad

makes me so happy and sad.

The thought of I getting enjoyment

in seeing you mad makes me so sad.

I tease you because I love you

and you hate me for that.

But my dear love and hate me all you want.

Because it's just part of are game.

A coma of you.

A tangle of thoughts.

And that's just that.