Holding onto the feeling of you,
A hopeful view of a reality, not meant to be;
But a feeling is all you became, and all you promised was not fate.
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Free as a Butterfly
PoetryPoetry for dealing with my grief and going on with my life. Freeing myself. I'll continue on, even without him, as I had before.
Unreal
Holding onto the feeling of you,
A hopeful view of a reality, not meant to be;
But a feeling is all you became, and all you promised was not fate.
