Non-Erotic PoetryBreathI love and I hate and every time I breathe
I search for something that I can’t find
I look so hard but I can’t open my eyes
My fingertips can touch something so close
But my hand grabs air.
Is this what I am looking for
Just a bit of air, that is all I need to feel and to live
I will keep my eyes closed in the dark
And dream of the day that you will arrive
I will keep my eyes open when day is bright
And everything around me will tell me that you so close
I breathe and I know I am alive
And I feel the joy because I know you are alive too
And you are breathing my same air.
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