Letting Go
Cold blowing rain
Tapping against my window pane
Slowing turning my mind insane
Something's right, everything's wrong
I can't win when it's so easy to lose
All I can do is just play along
Tight hold on reality
Never wanting to let go
Using life as a formality
And the rain turns to snow
All these pains we face
Come again day after day
We're only left with a trace
Of the way we felt yesterday
Cold blowing rain
Tapping against my window pane
Slowing turning my mind insane
Something's right, everything's wrong
I can't win when it's so easy to lose
All I can do is just play along
Tight hold on reality
Never wanting to let go
Using life as a formality
And the rain turns to snow
All these pains we face
Come again day after day
We're only left with a trace
Of the way we felt yesterday
2 comments:
this poem is beautiful like art. :)
letting go sure is hard isn't it?
Yes Stella, it sure can be.
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