I’m starting to think that instead of I can’t let go,
Its becoming more I won’t let go.
Here I am, dying, withering, wilting
All for the sake of caring.
Here I am crying, sighing, writhing
For
Someone who
Left a shimmer
And not much else.
Poems with a glimmer
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I’m starting to think that instead of I can’t let go,
Its becoming more I won’t let go.
Here I am, dying, withering, wilting
All for the sake of caring.
Here I am crying, sighing, writhing
For
Someone who
Left a shimmer
And not much else.
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