Breathing
From the moment I sleep
to the moment I wake
From the moment of death
to the moment of birth
It wasn't the amount of breaths I took that ment i lived,
it was the amount you took away.
Death never came on swift feet for me.
It came on the wind pushing me off the cliff blowing in my ear,
Pushing thoughts in my head
Throwing my emotions stronger than any hurricane
Your sweet voice carried on a soft breeze
It speaks to my heart in rhyme
It can even pick me out of before to now
and throw me back in time
Every moment I see you I gasp.
Knowing you don't have to put effort in for me
to collapse from your beauty,
Hoping the next time I do you give me the kiss of life.
tell the next breath i tack......
Copyright © Matt Wood | Year Posted 2011
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