I cannot breathe
My lungs are
Filled with toxic
Smoke and my
Eyes are stinging,
Watering. But
Allow me to
Leave, I don't need
Your so-called saving.
She is my air
- my everything -
She is all
I'll ever need.
YOU ARE READING
Pushin' Up Daisies
PoetryA collection of pêle-mêle poetry that have been compiled from various emotional states and thoughts. It may be depressing, odd, horrifying, whimsical or joyful but it is all up to the reader to determine whether it is worth reading. Unlike it's cou...
