A/N:Douze is the french name for 12.
Attention
I'm desperate, I need those pills.
Give me attention, atleast douze mls.
Treat me, forget chat bills.
Attend to me, be my guard.
Don't leave else, I'll go mad.
Watch me intently as you dismiss the line.
Turn a blind eye on rolling eyes of the skyline.
You dismissed the skyline and I see it decline.
Fixed eyes only on me? then I won't whine.
Just checking me out, my soul is on cloud nine.
Your company alone, I'm now fine.
In reverie's lab, you conduct the exercise.
"Relax", reminding my worries; not to be paralyzed.
Word to the world, "this is my disease!"
Please understand, with my heart on both knees.
Doctors report claim, attention ain't incurable.
Still, mind says "the pain is unbearable."
Can't afford a medicine, which can heal.
Hire you as a casual therapist, that's the deal.
A minute of your absence, I'm in agony.
Saying "I'm healthy "with tubes in nose, is an irony.
Be by my side to quench what I feel.
Be by my side untill I heal.
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