Breathe

My lips turn blue,
My heart changes too.
You believe that this is the only way.
You wish that I were gone yesterday.
Your choking off my lifeline,
Your cutting off my air,
Your ripping out this soul of mine
And filling it with despair.
Your taking away all of my breath.
Your bringing me to my death.
So I ask you please,
Just let me breathe.
So I beg you please,
Just let my breathe.


Copyrighted ©2001 by Christopher Gielbert

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