just breathe

it's more than a desire it's a desperate need longing for compassion a touch or a friend in deed knowing in your heart and your soul and your mind that he was here once upon a time breathing heavy when you simply remember the way he used to look at you on the way his hands used to feel and he would pull you in the air felt like there was nothing in this world I've ever touched you he still walk on clouds he made me cocky little busy though back then God I carried such a radiant glow little busy realize it was made by his own design cuz I tell him I have never felt his kind but somewhere somehow someway it slipped through my fingers now here we are today closing my eyes and breathing hard and wishing there was a way to turn back the car go back to those moments and he swear to the registered but my heart and my soul know the truth all too well because it's for him that I hunger for him that my heart still sells and I want to feel it drowns or gives up hope they say hope is the last to leave so I struggle now just to breathe