Slow, labored breathing. I'm getting used to this.
Feeling like my life is leaving, not knowing what meaning really is.
I'll distract you by pretending I'm reading, you will never admit I'm a sleaze.
I'd love for my life to disappear, for it to be quick, like a gentle blow of breeze.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Away (Poetry Collection)
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I write from time to time! I hope you enjoy them! Follow @nuancedfreepoet on Instagram for more
