is this what it feels like
to not know how to breath?
when you say that i catch your breath
and take it away
did it feel anything like what i feel now?
watching everything burn?
the embers of ancient cities long forgotten raging on
while the burning inferno of grief
tortured me on the inside?
[i wish i could've saved you
from that fire,
it would've made me love
the smell of your perfume
even more than i already do -
just to smell it on you, one more time]
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escapril '20
Poetrysome more poems every day in april! here's yet another collection of poems i wrote for (almost) everyday in april. from the writing prompt challenge by savannah brown on instagram (@letsescapril).
