Lungs

Lay me down

In my best sunday dress, ruffles all around

The cold beneath romances itself down my spine

I breathe in, I know I’ll be fine.

The sparkle in your button brown eyes ignites a fire

You hold me under

Your spell

This isnt a spark I care to fuel

Suddenly this became a duel

Your grip on me isnt welcomed

I’m in love with the wrong one

Water fills my lungs

This is no longer fun

Holding me under your spell

I can’t recall when you fell

My dress swims the tide line

My last breath crosses the finish line