Closely you held me
So close I couldn't breathe
As I suffocated in your sent
My head buried in your chest
With nothing but sweet bliss
And the breath from our last kiss
But we lost our grip
And I watched you slip
Out of my grasp
On to dead grass
YOU ARE READING
The Pain Of Being Me
PoetryThe story of pain The story of struggle Of something so scary You keep yourself hidden in a bubble
