Wanted to let go,
there was no place left to grow.
She asked me to know.
Wanted to let go,
there was no place left to grow.
She asked me to know.
I used to write you letters
a way to stay connected.
I often would fantasize
how you might receive them today.
I might hear you discount them.
I still hold onto memory
and wish you might do the same.
I don’t know why I hold on
something inside tells me to
in fact, it doesn’t just speak it,
begs it, pleads it, carries on.
I used to write you letters
I didn’t send them all to you.
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
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