When l inhale,
there is something inside me,
growing like a garden flower,
the sweet air l breath,
its spreading over the ribs,
the fresh air feels like Eden,
maybe its love ,
sprinkled from your inner heart to my being.
When i inhale,
there is a place l feel like l am in,
full of beautiful dreams and visions ,
cant u hear the lovely songs l feel ,
l have already started to walk ahead of my dreams,
giving pleasure to every lovely vision,
flying without win
maybe its your heart
a place of my imagination .
When l inhale,
l feel like you were there to gimme breath,
holding my ribs when l breath out,
feeling the soft touch of your hands,
and your kisses on my neck,
being my inhaler when l am suffocating,
making my dream complete,
thus you sitting on my lap to eternity.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
When l inhale,
there is something inside me,
growing like a garden flower,
the sweet air l breath,
its spreading over the ribs,
the fresh air feels like Eden,
maybe its love ,
sprinkled from your inner heart to my being.
When i inhale,
there is a place l feel like l am in,
full of beautiful dreams and visions ,
cant u hear the lovely songs l feel ,
l have already started to walk ahead of my dreams,
giving pleasure to every lovely vision,
flying without win
maybe its your heart
a place of my imagination .
When l inhale,
l feel like you were there to gimme breath,
holding my ribs when l breath out,
feeling the soft touch of your hands,
and your kisses on my neck,
being my inhaler when l am suffocating,
making my dream complete,
thus you sitting on my lap to eternity.
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