Am I breathing?
What’s there to believe in?
What is the reason
To be alive?
Where’d you come from?
It was unexpected.
While I was in doubt
This was where I would hide.
Now I have my life ahead of me.
And my darling you are all I need.
And our love can set us free.
Trust me.
Trust me.
Are you seeing this?
The spark in our kiss.
No more questions.
Just this.
No more second guessing.
No more dying slow.
No more gasping for air.
Only you can make me breathless.
No more failing to live.
No more hiding.
No more running away.
Only you can make me stay.
You will keep me breathing.
I won’t stop believing.
You give me a reason
To live.
About the Creator
Meg El
I am a young, married woman. A free-spirited creative who wants to spread more love around the world. I frequently write what seem to be excerpts from a book I've never written. I hope you can enjoy these little pieces of random thought.
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders6 days ago in Fiction
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