The Study of Breathing and Unsaid Words

Please don’t get me wrong
I just don’t want to start something knowing how it may end
Finding myself lying down
Falling over again
Dead cells running through my veins
Faint heart beat
Broken as my ways
These are the words that fill my lungs
That keep me from breathing
The closest thing to being perfect
Is being in your arms
I’ve seen you before
Somewhere in between where dreams are frozen and hearts are found
Or so I thought
Have we met before?
I can’t imagine this is happening
You are here
And that’s all that matters
These are the words that fill my lungs
That keeps me from breathing
The closest thing to being perfect
Is being in your arms