Thursday, June 30, 2011

my lungs are getting clearer.



Sometimes I think of you
when the skies are getting darker
and the clouds fill up with rain
like my chest swells up with pain
and the heart screams even louder

Sometimes I miss you
when I'm drinking my tea
and the air is getting colder
and the day isn't even half over
I wish you were here next to me

Sometimes it doesn't matter
if I’m falling even faster
cz I’ve hit the ground too soon
jumped right of the crescent moon
I’m getting up much stronger.


and I'll feel you forget me like how i use to feel you breathe.

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