Sighs of relief from holding your breath can remind you why she kept you quiet
There's a time to keep it down low, once it surfaces there's no going back
She left you in the dark I remind you, not far from harm but close at hand
You'll never realize it, you're working your best times into this person only to find
A deep secret of darkness fill the air, don't breath in this you told yourself
A bright light will remind you who you truly are and why you try so hard to keep things clean in your heart
Are you a pure soul you ask, she shakes her head in a slow way I see dark things above my views
She isn't anything you thought she was, all you know now is she wants you to keep holding your breaths
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Mason Darnielle
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But we all need to breath...
Wow such a strong poem! I love it!🥰