I breathe life in
Through the thin cracks
Dotted among the surface of suffering
Of the dark valleys,
Of the steamed up engines that fill the streets.
I breathe life in
Through the crowded buses
Through the empty faces,
Through an hours ticking tone.
I breathe life in
Through your gentle touch,
Through your ocean eyes,
Through the comforting pace of your breath.
I breathe life in
Day by day
Hour by hour
Minute by minute
Though drenched in mourning colours
Soaked in crimson red
Chained with endless regrets of steel
I breathe it all in.
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An extract from a book i'll never write | Poetry |
PuisiJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
