How I miss the smell of fresh air.
The smoke clogs up my throat the tears fall down my cheeks.
My fingers blackened my lips chapped.
I kept calling for you but there was no answer.
I saw the light through the window I was almost there.
My heart clenched in pain knowing that I lost you.
This fire took the one thing I cared most about and that was you.
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Nefelibata
PoetryCOMPLETE A mix of poems and quotes Nefelibata: cloud walker; one who lives in the clouds of there own imagination
