sâmbătă, 9 aprilie 2011

Poem. And.I(ceva despre respirat)

I look and I wonder and I cry
seeing how I dry up and die
stealing every breath I can
dreaming to live again

I wonder, I cry and look
enjoying the breaths I took
but than again, I cannot breathe
and I only live in peeve

I cry, I look and than I wonder
while my soul is torn asunder
but that again, I have no soul
and my breaths sink in a deep, cold, dark, bottomless hole!

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