my pillows
have stayed too moist from nights
full of weepy, misty-eyed butterflies
who's been through my odyssey
that has led me to a series of calamity
they whirl around
searching for my lost sign
but all I'm asking is,
just teach me gently on how to breathe again
-a.
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PoetryMy collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.