The words get all jumbled.
A slow drowning and a last breath as I go under…why fight it.
Floating… take me away.
I want to be a warm summer night, a breeze in the air, and the whisper in your head.
Time is catching up with me.
A million pictures is all I see.
None of them say a thing.
Nothing to save me from myself.
J.Rounds ©2017 ~Peaces of ME