Rose Tyler

Sometimes I feel like I’m on fire;

Sometimes I can’t breathe.

I look outside for that little blue box,

Listening for the whirr of its apparition;

I stare at nothing,

Hoping to catch the silhouette of his stature through the light of a window.

He had two beating hearts

And one belonged to me.

Only doctors can prescribe the medicated intoxication my body craves every day.

A rift in space,

A ripple in time,

And he was mine.

I need my Doctor.

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