Asthma by Richard Trotter I look for you in the stars their light gives me nothing, the night is my own the moon a mirror of my coke can desire. For I'd kiss you til I couldn't breath and my hands fell tired from touching, I'd inhale the dust of your smile then cough and splutter, but like it. Can you shed my bubble wrap. let a tangled heart see the sun? Kiss me or I'll wheeze like a rocket lonely in the crash of space. 02/04/2007 Posted on 02/04/2007 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)