I am,
Not just another poem,
That passes by,
One line at a time.
I am,
Not just a script,
That you read,
One sentence a time.
I am,
Your igneous ingenious innocence,
That you lost,
One lie at a time.
I am,
Your cozy cherished childhood,
That grew old,
One present at a time.
I am,
The genius within you,
That they killed,
One 'don't dream big!' phrase,
At a time.
I am,
Your soulfully serenading sobriety,
You sipped away,
One bottle at a time.
I am,
Your glorious new dawn,
That gushed by,
One dusk at a time.
I am,
Your eccentric effervescent enthusiasm,
That ended by,
One failure at a time.
I am,
The fire within you,
That flew by,
One smoke at a time.
I am,
Those wishes within you,
You wished by,
One shooting star at a time.
I am,
The universe within you,
That gulps by,
One black hole at a time.
I am,
The life inside you,
Live me now! Before
you exhale me,
One breath at a time.
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