I can feel it scratching at my lungs; trying to crawl its way out of me. But my words mean nothing without air.
You should be warned to step lightly, because I am but a time bomb whose alarm has malfunctioned. I'm fatal.
You have a way of utilizing oxygen in a way I never could. Your voice rivals an intricate symphony. The angels would be jealous.
Your vocabulary is so enticingly laced with sincere sentiments. Those three words flow from your lips with a natural grace I'll never possess.
My body refuses to exchange air for thoughts, leaving me wishing that I could speak. Yet even my cells know that I am unworthy, so instead my lungs collapse.
A contest entry
- ~Breathe~ by Nakatrea.
700 points, ended November 18, 15 entries
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oooh nice
4th stanza = meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
so i love it
ok?
good
thanks for entering
gooood luck!
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