In
Out
In
Out
Such a simple task.
But it's not.
Not when your breath hitches
because someone hurt your feelings.
Or someone hit you.
Or when that special person walks in the room.
Or looks at you that special way.
Or talks to you.
Or touches you.
When you fall in love.
Or when you fall apart.
Our breathing varies.
It's not just in and out.
It's every emotion.
Or no emotion at all.
It's life.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by me
PoetrySo I'm not the best at writing. And I don't write often. This is also my first "story". This is going to be a book of poems I write. It won't be updated often. And I'm kind of scared to even upload any. But I'm going to do it anyways. Even if I get...
