If, one day, your body where to suddenly separate into billions of tiny particles, and float in the air with the dust and the smoke,
then I would stand there and breathe you in.
And I would breathe and breathe until all of you was in my lungs.
And I would carry you around inside of me.
Right there in my lungs, surrounding my heart.
And you would always be with me, wherever I went, whatever I did.
I would never lose you or be without you.
And there you would be, holding my heart like you always have.
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 10:07 PM UTC
If, one day, your body where to suddenly separate into billions of tiny particles, and float in the air with the dust and the smoke,
then I would stand there and breathe you in.
And I would breathe and breathe until all of you was in my lungs.
And I would carry you around inside of me.
Right there in my lungs, surrounding my heart.
And you would always be with me, wherever I went, whatever I did.
I would never lose you or be without you.
And there you would be, holding my heart like you always have.
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