summer breeze and the smell of flowers on the field
'Tis you I Breathe
Would it be a sin if what I breathe were you?
Where the aura shifts into a different hue.
A lingering presence inhaled for eternity.
Wondering if the wind brings scurrility.
Helium-like feels that encourages my flight.
Circulating lies through an ethereal height.
Even toxicity accentuates the scene,
Yet for you, I persist in breathing serene.
The drugs inhaled were naught but a guise,
Left breathless, kept in hues of blue skies.
Yet our love moves in unknown ways.
Endured in so harshly in a deathly haze
Enclosed there with rays and sunshine,
And the urge the force in calling you mine.
I like you like how the wind through my hair
Need you like the air, a love beyond compare.
YOU ARE READING
Letters I Can't Send
PuisiA compilation of poems during 'that' era. Poems that are inspired by my fear of confessions and some realizations.
