Breathing From You

Breathing From You.

I find myself in my bedroom jealous because you are not around with me, 

I find myself astonished among the four walls of my bedroom, 

I find myself speechless to describe what had just happened, 

Without words to explain you what you provoke in me, 

Without words to ask you what had happened?

Without words to think about this so full of love, of time and of memories. 

You make me think in all that you professed, 

You make me think that I do know the answer, 

You make me think in the air I breath, 

Air that tastes of you, 

Air that is inside of me, 

Air that comes from you. 

By Miss Vicky Caballero

Moon Bay, Oaxaca, Mexico

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