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Let Go


I can't let go of the past.

It isn't that simple.

The memories are engraved in my brain 

Like the scars on skin.

They play in my head over and over

Like a movie on loop.

If I could simply forget them

I simply would.

 

I can't let go of the words.

It isn't that simple.

They echo in my head

Like a broken record.

And are still are spoken

Like any rumors.

If I could simply ignore them

I simply would.

 

Let go of judgements.

It isn't that simple.

I've heard it enough to believe it

Like a religious sermon.

Thoughts that follow everything

Like a shadow.

If I could simply avoid them

I simply would.

 

Forget the past,

And watch it fade

Like the sunset at the end of the day.

If I could 

I'd do it today.

 

Ignore the words,

Hear them shush,

Like the silent night .

If I could

I'd do it tonight.

 

Avoid judgement,

Feel it leave

Like the air in your lungs 

When you remember to breathe.

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RAWR! My life revolves around music, especially rock/post metal core. Songs are poetry with a melody, which can save us from this cruel world we live in. Honestly, I've lost a lot of hope, and am working to recreate it through poetry. I wish for others to see the impact they have on others. Please leave comments, I'd love to hear your opinions. :) "So I can take this pen, and teach you how to live. What is left unsaid, the greatest gift I give."-"Saviour" by BVB

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