writing

Giving Myself

If you were the desert,

I would pour every ounce,

Of my rain,

Into your valleys until,

I was barren.

 

If you were suffocation,

I would give you every breath,

Of the air,

In my lungs, until,

I was drowning.

 

If you were the darkness,

I would give you all the light,

Of my being,

Until the nightfall of my,

Soul was Forever.

 

 

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