I cannot breathe.
My body will not allow me.
I cannot breathe
because anger seethes
inside of me.
I cannot smile.
My face most likely looks vile.
I cannot smile
because the style
of your profile
makes me feel vile.
I cannot speak.
The word is so bleak
and I am so weak.
I cannot speak
because the door will creak
and shriek.
I cannot love.
My heart soars above.
I cannot love
because your love
is still situated in the foxgloves.
and not me.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
I cannot breathe.
My body will not allow me.
I cannot breathe
because anger seethes
inside of me.
I cannot smile.
My face most likely looks vile.
I cannot smile
because the style
of your profile
makes me feel vile.
I cannot speak.
The word is so bleak
and I am so weak.
I cannot speak
because the door will creak
and shriek.
I cannot love.
My heart soars above.
I cannot love
because your love
is still situated in the foxgloves.
and not me.
