I want to run, and run, and run until my lungs burn.
I want gasp for air with all my might.
I want my muscles to ache so bad it hurts to go on.
I want to hear my heart beating loudly in my ear.
I want my vision to go blurred, and my hands to go clammy.
I want to feel alive again.
YOU ARE READING
Paper Planes
PoesíaLetters to him disguised as paper planes. I always think of you. Sincerely, Yours. 《Poems about my first love》
