The Way She Breathes

The Way She Breathes

A Poem by Hippy

with the title i describe itas a love story, far from it, yet if you look at it ina weird perspective, which i do, it is about love haha

Smoldering black coffee,
4 a.m. still night.
last drink, i swear.
F**k you, you lie!
Insomnia rampant,
my carousel flies.
Shut the damn door!
I can see her light.
Still softy she comes,
always timed right.
To bleed into matter,
The muse breathes life.

© 2013 Hippy

Author's Note

I was thinking of cutting this up but i kinda like it like that,

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does anyone ever look at what genre things are posted in?

Posted 9 Years Ago


9 Years Ago

yes! i usually look through the "gay & lesbian" genre... and this is what popped up.. :-)

9 Years Ago

haha, yeah i generally just throw my art in whaterever genre doesn't fit

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Added on January 20, 2013
Last Updated on January 20, 2013



Underland, IN

My names austin lee wallace i am a hippy and thats what they all call me. i love music its the greatest, i play guitar the harp piano flute violin and whatever i can get me hands on. Im not much of a .. more..

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