exhale
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Still and silent
I float in the deep blue,
the ocean is my master
and I its slave.
Heels, check.
Face, check.
Glasses – better leave those here – check.
It doesn’t matter if you have blemishes from those who’ve shaped you;
you are beautiful- lean and tall,
getting thicker as my eyes travel down.
Can I live?
As I proceed to exhale.
When life with hands you limits just
know you were born to excel.
The road might be rough but you
have to aspire to succeed like you
can't fail.
My heart is heavy and my head is unclear
Waiting to Exhale
My eyes are watering and my soul is crying
Still waiting to exhale
My hands are trembling and my smile is weak
And I'm still waiting to exhale
every exasperated sigh
is a painful reminder
of how unhappy you are here.
I cringe when I hear you
You are like a machine on its last run, ready to give in at any given moment
