A
Breeze
Soft and gentle
It flows through us
It flows through the world
Despite our pain and suffering
It doesn't notice
It doesn't care
Yet we feel the breeze
It courses through our veins
Our souls scream for its attention
We ache for the breeze. It's a necessity
Without it, we cannot live
Everyone has their own breeze
It might be a person
Or an animal
You have one
But tell me,
When the thing weaving through you,
When the thing that gives you your
Purpose
The feeling that's lived inside of you
For so long
Once that thing has left you
And is causing you your pain
What is there to do?
I want my breeze back.
Please
I miss you so much
You are close to me
But I miss,
When you were mine.
Please?
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My Poems
PoetryJust a few personal poems about life experiences I've had. I haven't updated this in a while *whoops* so I'm sorry for anyone who has been waiting. Have a good day/night, and keep hanging on! You're awesome the way you are!
