Inhale your breath and hold it.
Hold it longer.
Without exhale, means to
Be without comfort.
He is my comfort.
How beautiful is he who comforts me?
With a smile that shames the sun,
my aching heart is now a fire set ablaze,
by the glow on his face.
I find comfort there.
The words of he who comforts me
save me
When I
Am
Falling.
"Come back
"to me
His voice embraces me,
With the music that leaves his lips.
For I hear Beethoven’s Sonata
In every word he speaks.
I find comfort there.
Not even a rose would dare to compete
With the beauty of his heart.
The iron flower in his chest
Stays in full bloom.
I find comfort there.
Inhale your breath and hold it.
Now slowly exhale and release it.
To exhale is to feel comfortable and
He is my comfort.
About the Creator
Milith Jade "MJ"
What's good y'all?? I love to write and read (Although I definitely write way more than I read). I mainly just try to write short stories to improve my writing skills. Any advice is grateful and I can't wait to learn from you.
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