When I was young I suffered from asthma,
Heavy breaths for empty steps,
Burdened with every move,
And so I was with you.
I suffered from asthma,
No chocolate, no chicken,
No flowers and no adventure,
No freedom, and so I was with you.
I suffered from asthma,
And all the proviso it brings,
I suffered with asthma,
And also for you.
YOU ARE READING
untitled.
PoetryA collection of thoughts and feelings that were never said or expressed. A deep sigh that was never died.
