Let go of me
Before you hold on a little longer
The faster you let go
The faster you'll be free
The earlier you understand
That I'm not meant
To be someone
You can hold on to
Cause it'll crush your fingers
And bleed them red
So let go of me
The faster you let go
The lesser it will hurt.
YOU ARE READING
'THE BOY' || Poetry
PoesiaFor me, he will always be 'The Boy.' A boy who likes the girl no boy has ever liked. A boy who finds beauty in her and adores her. Her, who has never been adored by another. A book dedicated to the boy who filled my life with sunshines and happiness...
