Air
yesterday i thought i heard you call my name, & i got so many butterflies, it was like someone planted a garden in my lungs, making it hard to breathe, but i was wrong. & its like i have this addiction to you baby, but i cant decide whether i want you to be my nicotine cause it’s so hard to breathe when you’ve been smoking.
Copyright © Kaylah Goodwin | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment