365 Days · Poetry

215 – Difficulty Breathing

My breath is swept away by a
View of you on any given day
You to me are a collapsed lung
A star just to the right, upon
Which highest hopes are hung
You are the moon, you’re a beam
You’re the greatest thing I have
Ever had the pleasure of seeing
You are me gasping for any air
And even though I can’t breathe
I would die for the selfish joy of
Your being the last sunset I see

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4 thoughts on “215 – Difficulty Breathing

  1. I enjoyed this ride! The rhythm had this unexpected, but expected, way of manifesting. So this poem read like both a classic and a kick-in-the-shin-of-tradition piece. Romantic but clever. Love. 🙂

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