You left your footprints on my soul,
And stole my heart into your hands.
You took my breath away,
I am left with no air to breathe.
Once connected at the hip,
Now only bonded by our minds.
I give all that I have left to you,
Yet my love is no longer yours;
You still hold on so tightly.
Let me go,
So that I may find a new kryptonite.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoetryA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
