Feb 23, 2012 15:39
Do I dare say it, say it like I mean it?
Because I do mean it.
I crave it like a cigarette in the morning.
I draw in a deep breath, ready for the heady feeling
of the first hit.
I will let it out
like a sigh,
and what a relief it would be.
It will hang out there,
suspended in air,
light but visible,
waiting for you to breathe it in again with me.
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