Breath
Being in love with you
was a lot like holding my breath.
At first it was easy,
and really kind of fun.
Then I got light headed
and started to see spots.
It was painful!
and then I thought:
“I'm going to pass out!”
so I stopped.
And now I can breath again!
Copyright © Erin Hughes | Year Posted 2005
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