I'm trying to let go
Hit a smother flow
You choose to erase yourself
So they'll erase me to
And when they disappear
I refuse to vanish to
And it might not hurt the most
But letting go
Will speed up the flow
Of the short life
That's overcoming me
Why won't they stay
Do I still matter to
Or are you choosing to let go to
If it helps you move
I'll find a different group
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Where the sky turns grey (poems)
PoetryEverything that's in me. For all the light drowning in darkness. A variety of poems. Covers not mine but I love it.
