The Air That You Breathe Poem by D.A. Woods

Be born,
feel grown,
be torn,
be born.

Fly high,
'til nigh,
don't deny,
the midnight sky.

Fall now,
don't row,
call how?
get up below.

Eat me,
can be,
not he,
but she.

Walk run,
someones son,
got a gun,
now gone.

Listen well,
kiss n tell,
fallen bell,
you sell.

Love her,
a shower,
lost hour,
tastes sour.

I will,
be still,
not until,
the doffodil.

Lust you,
hate you,
love you,
need you.

I'm getting higher on the air that you breathe,
coming down in too much beleif,
am crossing over to the other side now,
to end the dreams in which we tried out.