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the names mia, and i dont much write poems, as much as i blog. if i ever write something, you can just check it out on my tumbr.
You make it damn well near impossible to live,
but you make the thoughts of being dead silent...
It feels easier to breathe when the airs knocked...
when there's nothing left to hold onto...
I feel like its weird how I must explain it,
but thereâ€™s really no other way then...
Would you even take notice to my absence,
If it wasnt for the fact that your blood...
I remember how it all started out,
how it felt so simple...
I took all my belongings,
And walked away from the scene...
Somewhere in the mix of all confusion, i lost a bit of who i was.
And sometimes, when i take a gasp of air, i hope you'll stop me and just take my breath away.
And the simple fact,
that i could be your everything,
should be enough.
by Lost Angel
by Marylou L