Letting Go - Poem by Blaine Strong
Here comes that hopeless feeling again
There goes my way of life and still then
I let it all go.
Tossed into a wastebasket of memories
All I've ever been is filth, all that I am
awaiting a light from your window.
I've got that lovesick feeling again
When we touch my head and more starts to spin
Round and round I don't know how to begin
To get it all back.
Gathering what's left of my ego
In a little black box by the bed
From a mansion to a shack
I've got this mystery in my head
That some girl would take me back to life from the dead.
When I wake up lost out here all alone
So I could leave again.
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