maybe the fear of losing is the one that breaks us all,
maybe the truth behind everyone's will is the cause of our denials,
maybe the wheels aren't complete so that's the start of the fall,
maybe we can't give out what we think but narrow the mind into an oval.
it's fine, it's alright,
everyone can cry and be afraid,
not all of us are as tough as an iron,
even the iron melts in order to turn into a beautiful crown.
don't. let. go.
-gc
[ letting go is hard, getting it back is harder ]
written in august 16th – 18th, 2017
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august.
Poetry4 weeks, equal 31 days, equal 744 hours, equal 44,640 minutes, equal 2,678,400 seconds, equal 1 month. aloha, august ----- i write one poetry everyday until the end of august :) lowercase intended! ;) copyright @ghxxna cover by @ghxxna
