Not the Part of Mind

Letting Go

By Summer ClarkePublished 6 years ago • 1 min read

It isn't easy to breathe,

to know that part of your soul leaves,

not knowing where it will lead,

to hold together, ill I'll bleed.

To know I'll take these steps with out you,

to curse my shadow for ever hurting you,

there's no forgiveness till I move on,

till world dances and changes my morn.

I'll wait and I'll wait to know I had been wrong,

then I'll know there's no waiting to be done,

that poor soul, I believe is future is bright,

without the damp of me, shame I spoke in spite.

but then I'll lose all of him, but not the part of mind.

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