I miss you when i can't sleep
Right after morning coffee
Right after every inhale and exhale
Because i breathe this modificated oxygen
Like the rest of these empty souls -
the art of being empty is written on this page
While my lunges are missing the oxygen you
While i keep questioning myself:
- How much do you miss me when I miss you?
YOU ARE READING
The Book Of Poetry: Kammeron
PoetryThe collection is about a man who saved me from my own grief and all the traumas i was fighting back then. It is all about love, being loved and giving the same amount.
