This was one of my early poems about one of my first crushes - I wrote it when I was thirteen. I found it this morning and just had to share it. The nostalgia is overwhelming ;-)

To Love Is Breath

To love is breath

To not is death

To remember; magic

To not ... illogic

To sleep is to dream

To wake is to miss

To function in lack

Is to live without

To die is hopeless

To not is much less

To last much longer

Is to wax much stronger!

Poetry by Natasha
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Written on 2007-03-08 at 14:24

Tags Love  Breath  Crush 

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Zoya Zaidi
This for a thirteen year old, is a very deeply felt stuff!
Thanks for sharing!
Love, Zoya