Poem: Spiritual Muddle

To breath,
How simple it sounds,
When you say life is such a simple thing,
Try being bolder.

To love,
But is that to say if you do not love,
You do not live,
I think so.

To cry,
Is that what it is to feel?
To love?
To breathe.

Paint dark circles under my eyes,
Because you’re the only thing worth,
Loving for.

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About lowkiespeaks

I am a poetess, a mother-to-be, a pround woman, and stubborn beyound reason. View all posts by lowkiespeaks

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