Holding On
The wind picks up
And our kites fly high
Into the sky above
But something's not right
With the string of your kite
It's so torn and shredded
I have no idea what happened
I know that you're trying
To hide it, ignore it
Secretly you say,
"I just feel like
Giving up today
I don't think that I
Can hold on forever.
That kite can move on
And find someone better
It doesn't need me anyway."
I find it sad that now
You're only held down
By ties you've never seen
Snapping one by one in the wind
I hope you know
If you want to let go
That you can always
Come find me.
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