Perfection....
Something I used hold
Something I loved
But now....
I let it go
I used to have it to myself
Now, another holds it
The feeling of knowing he holds and loves it kills me
It rips my heart a part
It hollows me out inside until nothing but a shriveled, empty core remains
I loved it
I held it
I kissed it
I idolized it
Now......
Another does the same
The feeling of knowing this will end me
I let go
I let go
I let go
I let go
I let go
I let go
I let go
I let go
It was mine
I
Let
Go....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem