I breathe again and again.
Thank God I can still breathe!
Sometimes when I'm upset,
I just forget;
Wishing I could just breathe you in.
Already wrote you a poem about the
way I fell for the way
that you smell.
You laughed so hard,
you smacked your noggin
against the steering-wheel.
"It's just cigarettes!" - but I don't
even smoke. Then I found myself craving
them every time you were away.
Only I know, it in't them that I crave.
It's you and you know that I'll
But where are you now?
My eyes are open, but I just
"Just breathe," I tell myself,
trying to calm her down.
Where is she now, why isn't she