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[today]Oct 30th, 2006 2:18:27 am - Subscribe

learning
to let go;

I don't want
to drag out
this goodbye
any longer,
I just want
to

let it go.

I can't live
with her.

she can't survive
in this world.

and as soon as I
withdraw my lifeline,
she'll fall;
like all she ever was:
a breath of air and
dandelion seeds,
and I don't want that
to be me.

when she falls,
I don't want her
to drag me.

it's not enough
to say things will change:

I know
you're good enough
for your own world.

but angel, this place
is a cruel one
and I don't
want you to drown

like a sparrow
with broken wings.

and when you struggle
to fly,
you pull at my heart

but I
must be strong now,
and weather this winter
of emotions.

I must
let it go.

I've got to
let her go.

she's lost and confused;
turning around
and around, looking for the light

but all I can do
is to whisper goodbye.

she'll never
make it out of that forest
alive,

and she'll fall -
but I won't be with her
this time.

I'll turn from her cries
and walk

into
the sun,

a breath
of air and dandelion seeds

just passing me by.

[I am]...

[your thoughts]1

kikkai

October 31st, 2006

Your writing makes me feel the way that only one more person makes me feel on this earth.
Thank you.

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