THE WAY YOU BREATHE…
The way you rise…
Floating above everyone else’s cries
The way you touch…
So soft; the fingers of a baby’s hand
The way you speak…
Simmering the thoughts from within
The way you dream…
Capturing the imagery of your far-away fantasies
But you look so vulnerable
The tears rolling down your cheek
The heart of a child
In the eyes of an adult
But I can feel your remorse
The other personality you think you hide
The wishes somehow lost in those stars
If only I could catch one and make it come true
The way you sigh…
As if the heavens are singing for you
The way you believe…
Still clinging onto the last thin line of hope
The way you think…
Quietly filled with premonitions of love
The way you breathe…
Perhaps the universe is breathing with you
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