Breathe Deeply. |
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when it comes to writing, my mind becomes consumed, overflowing with confessions.
so its been a few months
and not a word has
slipped my mind
nights rolling in a cheap bed
with mornings clad in sheets,
they inspire me
to express thoughts
that dont make sense
like how one sweet slumber
cant cover the magnificant
green shining at me
under curly blonde hair
im with a boy
yet my imagination remains on him
consistently
and even though its only
been a week
his smile is etched
and all i see when
im with this other boy
so close to losing innocence
hes the reason i stay pure…
true love i believe is the name?
breathe deeply
savor the taste
count the exhales
one day can change your life
and youll never know it.
my wish for you
is that youll
find me one day
and take my hand
hold it tight
slip me a little
piece of silver
supporting a shiny
diamond shaped
like a heart
blow me kisses
darling, wink at
me sweetie, make
my fears disappear
lay your head next to mine.