letting go of someone who's gotten so close to your heart,
is hard,
that space is now empty,
and you have to accept that without envy
you can yell,
you can scream your lungs out,
but all they really want you to do,
is live for all of the things that they're worth,
even though this can be such a cruel earth.
you're sorry,
but darling, for what?
the clouds are always moving,
our bodies are always growing,
and hearts have to love the fact that ,
we might fall apart,
but our legs,
and our thoughts,
is so that we move forward,
not backward.
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"Somewhere I Don't Want To Be | Poetry
Poetry"Somewhere I Don't Want To Be" Poetry * * * Can Be read as a Stand-Alone (Aka single pringle) Just where I write poetry when I get into an argument with my parents-- thereof, somewhere I don't want to be. Or I'm just writing about my life or people...
