He is the air
In my lungs
He is the blood
In my veins
He is the tear
On my cheek
He is the dreams
In my sleep
He is the lines
On my fingertips
He is the rhythm
In my steps
And he is the voice
In my prayers
So yes,
I can live without him
But I cannot breathe
I cannot bleed
I cannot cry
I cannot sleep
I cannot feel
I cannot dance
And I cannot wish
Without the pieces of him
Staining the edges of my world
Wrapping around my mind
Like overgrown vines
And the more I fight it
The tighter they grip
He is in me
He has me
And as time goes on
I find myself believing
That he always did
And always will
Long before us
And long after we leave
He has me
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Author:
SheWasTheSun (
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Comments2
This is beautiful poetry. A personal subject, expressed eloquently. the emotion runs through the entire poem. I like how you split the two stanzas and contrasted the with/without circumstances.
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I can DEFINITELY RELATE TO THIS PIECE..i have been through it a gew times before..boysmenmen are very stranhe creatures sometimes..its crazy how they CONSUME US..anyway..its life..nice work
Thank you so much!
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