How can I let go of a piece of me
How can I move on from something I'll miss
Even though the butterflies have withered away
Even though their wings fluttered so hard they crumbled
Dead and decayed
Hollow shells of the love they used to be
Never to fly again
You're the only thing left in my heart
And I'm not sure I'll be able to survive
Without you
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Rain Clouds
PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
