I can't breathe
someone help.
The air is dwindling,
so is my heart.
Too many decisions,
too many people telling me what to do,
how to live,
too many people being cruel to me.
I can't breathe.
My lungs are kept shut,
from the words people say to me.
My mouth is kept shut,
from the fear of dying if I say a word about it.
Someone help
I can't breathe
Showing posts with label Katie Klabbatz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Katie Klabbatz. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Wilted Love
Long ago it bloomed,
the colors of the sun.
No longer holding the glory
of what it once was.
Given to me
by my very first love,
as a sunflower in a vase
and his handwritten card.
As time moved on
so did we.
Our love wilted,
just as his gift for me.
The dried up flower
is still in its vase,
and the handwritten note
is in a secret place.
- Katie Klabbatz
the colors of the sun.
No longer holding the glory
of what it once was.
Given to me
by my very first love,
as a sunflower in a vase
and his handwritten card.
As time moved on
so did we.
Our love wilted,
just as his gift for me.
The dried up flower
is still in its vase,
and the handwritten note
is in a secret place.
- Katie Klabbatz
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