Trash and pollutants fill the air, what I would do to get some fresh airWe're stuck in a world where nobody cares, soon we will be grasping for air
*you're so perfectshe said as shebreathed in my skinlike air.
I am the air—kissing, caressingthe creases of your clothes, but trapped and restless in your veins.
On this lonely nightall I do is tryto catch wordsso slipperylike air they're all aroundjust breathe them inand out
I sit thinking to myselfAll of my words are wasted,gone up to the airBut that's polluted alreadySo I guess I should keep beingDown
She was like your first breath of air after coming up from underwater, and now I'm drowning.
This air will be the death of me,I would rather breathe water where no one can disturb my slumber.
If air contained calories Would I stop breathing?Or would I start panting like a dog?Or, maybe, would I just continue breathing because – after all – it doesn’t matter anymore?