Wednesday, April 16, 2014

staggered breathing

I smell lead (was it?)

out of the thin air

breathing difficulties

attacked by a sting, yet

pungent and powerful



were you so gentle

slipped in like a feather

disguised in forms, for the imaginative

for all you've known

I've waited, over spans of seasons

just like how you did

writing yourself stories, in that particular fashion

spasms, at that point of life

probably never again,

'love',

you repeated













when I see you

I shall see sunshine

I shall give you love, I saved


and before I can hurt

I'll run away



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