Obscure Anthology

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"The Art of Letting go"

You were the reason in every masterpiece I sealed
You're the person I know that's worth the pain I feel
But don't even know why it is always you,
Even though my heart is badly bleeding through.

I lost the reasons and my will to write anymore,
'Cause you took my pen that caused me so much dolor,
I want to write something but I just can't,
Seems like I am made to suffer until the end.

I can't think of any object to draw if it's not you,
As my mind says no, my heart's still want to.
I stopped my passion to be completely healed,
Yet it only made myself emotionally killed.

In every art I make, involves things about you.
Whenever I write it down, my heart is tearing in two.
Why can't you love me? I will do anything just for you.
Cause I know I am better whenever I'm with you.

Soon, I will write again even if it's just a piece of craft,
Every broken artist always starts again with a draft.
I will try my best to make it into a masterpiece,
And this poem I made for you will be the last tragic piece.

-Denny Cole