Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Thursday, 6 November 2014
I can’t breathe.
My lungs fill with no air, I don’t care.
All I can do is stare.
Words fail me, I can’t speak.
Nothing happens when I think.
My chest feels empty, I can’t miss it
What you took with a kiss
I can’t breathe.
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