I can feel the end drawing near.
I feel it in my bones,
In my heart,
In my soul.
There will never be a goodbye,
But things will end,
And the world will go on.
We will pick up the broken pieces.
I will drown in the remains,
And you will morn all your losses,
But in the end,
We will go on.
Life will go on,
Even when the story ends.
Not every ending is happy
But the world continues to turn
And your heart may hold onto what's left
Until you teach it to let go.
Never say goodbye.
Goodbye is permanent.
Rather; until we meet again.
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— E.D ; Until we meet again
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoetryThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
