Surviving Is Only Breathing
If living means living without you,
Then may The Holy Lord take me.
Because surviving is only breathing,
But if not your oxygen, let it be Cyanide.
If forever I only touch your skin
Then forever it will be
Because our hearts beat in synch
They are one in the same,
A drum together
Bum dum bum dum.
My favorite song.
I have pressed my lips against yours,
One after another.
A contemporary dance, for our modern love.
I have walked alongside you,
How could I ever walk alone
Because living is with you and
Surviving is only breathing.
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