She didn't settle for that
breathless kind of love.
Only wanted the type
that came up from above.
The purest sort, with no shallow looks
taking in plenty of oxygen,
To overfill her, and give some back
enduring hardships and tests.
Others desire electric romance
leaving them gasping for air,
But she had hoped for stronger lungs
giving everyone their share
Of love.
YOU ARE READING
A Peek Through My Eyes 🗸
Poetry"she writes when broken and lost inside, hoping the ones she love read between the lines" Cover by TheGreatSphinx ︱Honorable Mention (3rd) in The Rhapsody Awards︱
