It's crazy, but
I let
it all go.
Let him go.
Let her go.
Let go
of the past;
who I was,
who I could be.
Still in this city.
I want to go
but I don't want to leave.
I don't feel any different.
I'm still reaching
for the same things.
All the same-
things have changed for me.
Author notes
That Green Gentleman - Panic at the Disco <-- yes, that is a link.
Comments
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Lovely poem, please can you put the song prompt in AN thankyou, will check back.

