It’s not the air,
I’ve been mistaken.
It’s your sweet poison
That kills me.
I try to run,
I’m suffocating.
I beg for hands
To set me free.
It’s not my life
That I keep saving.
It’s yours to have,
I’ll let it be.
I know it’s hard
To still keep dreaming,
I know you can
For last one time.
And if you fail,
I’ll be here waiting
For you to hug,
Just say no more.
One day you’ll smile
And you’ll be dancing
Above the stars
And shine so bright.
I’m staying still
With no emotions
But you are here,
Bring your potions.
Midair
© Copyright: Алина Юрчак, 2025
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