Could you feel me letting go? Did you hear my faint goodbye? You were a test, I flunked my finals. And now I'm laying here. Learn. Study. Test. That's what they teach you in school. But in reality, it is Test. Study. Learn. And the cycle repeats. A distant memory I'll never forget. A memory of pain and regret. I slowly discovered the truth. My heart ran cold. It is a life to soon be forgotten. No one will know our names. But I'll feel it a privilege to have known yours. Felt your presence. Your life between my finger tips. The pain had come with letting go. But it was a must. A significance.
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Imprisoned Thoughts
PoetryThe thoughts that will never leave my lips. And with little hope, will never leave yours.
