BREATHE AGAIN

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    BREATHE AGAIN

    From my youth up until a few months ago, low self esteem has been my friend.
    But since we've gotten close it feels like those feelings have never been.
    When I have a problem, we talk and everything goes just right.
    And that's my reason for sitting up and thinking of you each night.

    Your smile and your presence breathe life into my soul.
    There's this elegance about you that I'm blessed to behold.
    You know everyday I tell you, how beautiful you are to me.
    And as I kiss you on your cheek, I thank God simultaneously.

    The day that we met, do you know I happen to remember.
    You were standing in front of Shade Hall, two months before November.
    You were with your cousin, talking about something or another.
    All I could do is close my eyes, close my eyes and wonder.

    Everything that I imagined seems to be just as I anticipated.
    Now that I have found you, I feel like Kanye West when he graduated.
    The pain I once held deeply within, that would never allow me to rest.
    Is gone due to your precious heart, my life is at its best.

    No matter what I've been through, you make it seems like it never happened.
    If this were a movie, this entire poem would be bold faced and captioned.
    So in the morning when I wake up, I'll thank God as I'm supposed to.
    For the air I breathe, the life I live, and most importantly you.

    Most people on dream and wish to acquire feelings such as mine.
    I've waited forever and so many countless days to find one as lovely and divine
    Thank you for the new feelings you've allowed my heart to endure.
    I realized that it is you that has given my heart this emotional cure.


    BY: JEREMY JASON

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    fiji commented on BREATHE AGAIN

    03-19-2009

    Tha was so sweet. I didnt know yo type of breed still exsist.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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