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Saturday, November 29, 2014

Let It Go

“To hold on to things those are supposed to let go is like working against friction. To be content with all you have and all you’ve lost is how we live, letting go is not giving up. To go through agony of a certain loss is like adding up a scar on your body as a symbol that you fought –regardless, you won or lost the battle. To know that you fought is so comforting sometimes that, it turns into healing and you seek comfort being in agony too. You gotta turn the page over when you’re done reading the last line. When you let things go, you release yourself from the weight that is pulling you down. To find good in goodbye is an art, not everyone can do.”

























Made up stories and lies;
all those sad goodbyes,
and the times that you curse now;
like you wanna get over somehow.

Memories and good times;
songs and beautiful rhymes,
lipstick mark on the coffee mug;
muffins that were never enough.

You don’t wanna grow up anymore;
holding a spot that is so sore,
flashback had a beautiful view;
back then you never knew.

Your dreams lost in despair;
have broken heart to repair,
loss that you can’t replace;
you lost direction to the race.
But you gotta let it go now;
I know it hurts though,
and you love someone, who;
loves someone else, not you.
                     
Love is like Russian roulette;
counting on it like every day,
but there is a thing you don’t know;
yeah there’s somebody who loves you.

Horror stories still scare you;
they tease ‘cause you’re not supposed to,
all stupid pictures makes you nostalgic;
you figured out there’s no magic.

Hollow beliefs and rough realities;
you’ve got cold feet and week knees,
it aches the hell out of you;
but you gotta get up and fight back now.

Your dreams lost in despair;
have broken heart to repair,
loss that you can’t replace;
you lost direction to the race.
But you gotta let it go now;
I know it hurts though,
to get the clue;
that some things ain’t for you.

~Shreya

P.S. My creation, please do not copy | Copyright © Protected | Image: Google

P.P.S. Work Of Fiction!

4 comments:

  1. sadly some attachments are blind to fact,logic or reason..one simply tries to hold on to eternity..if it's not it,it's it's memories.

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    1. yea.. memories are efforts to replicate the past.. I hate memories.

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