I'm afraid I won't be able to leave ever again
If I won't drop this letters I have kept, from you to I
If I won't stop my hands from writing more with the gift from you, a pen
All I wanted to say was, let me go before you sense my lies
The ones I made to keep you to mine
And now that you've claimed me yours, I need you to let go
To free you of the pains, the consequences of my sins
So let me go, so I may be able to let go too, of the gift from you
A pen
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YOU ARE READING
Paper Cuts
PoetryNot everything here is mine, tell me if you find something that has been made by another person and I'll give credits. Thank you! ( 11-13-17 Super random )
