In a crowded room,
I feel out of place
I don't want to wake,
for my heart will surely ache
I don't want to sleep,
for I still see you in
my dreams
All I want, and
all I need is just one
last time in your embrace
And of course, — I'll never get that, so I lay in my tears,
wishing to never wake.
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
Poetry- how I breathe through the never-ending madness in my mind. [ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 ] Highest Rank: #130 in Poetry #38 in Brokenhearted #8 in Venting
