No AiR

Noel

I'm weak in the knees,

I, can barely breathe.

Someone, if anyone, come help

set me free.

Do I want it to be her

Or do I want it to be him?.

I am really not sure

But the AiR is too thin.

They want me to know

Too much pressure,

I cannot.

I think about the decisions.

My stomach is a knot.

<WHY CAN'T THIS ALL JUST STOP?!.>

  • Author: Noel (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 24th, 2017 20:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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