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Poetry

Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.

Brave

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by RSerge

by RSerge

Brave

Night changes as we go on.

We never know what's next

Life is a wonderful journey

Abyss is half, heaven is the other

Even though the day varies

My heartbeat would never change

I know you from the beginning

But could you know that I am here?

We draw maps of each other's past

Heart breaks colored black

Grief outlined in purple

Happy times shaded yellow

This is how we learn each other

We are so scared and brave

We are terrified and willing

I rewrite the definition of brave

And it is: love again, love again

I love you but you don't

You just can't forget her perfume

The taste of her kiss

The smell of her hair

Every simple things you knew

How could I fight that?

Even when you're here,

Your heart is far away from here

I need to be brave enough

To hear the fall of my heart

I don't know if your heart,

Will find a home in your arms

Someday.