the way I walk,
it only means I'm killing hope.
with every step
I'm burning ropes,
those we're tied with.
I look at you,
you look away,
as if we've never met.
so if this really is the end,
i'll let you run away.
the cuts are deep,
I'm losing sleep,
my silence is the key.
it's true, we've never really met,
you've never seen the real me.
I'll find the means
to cut you out
of my mistaken heart of stone
it won't be easy but I'll try
to leave you on your own.
let go
© Copyright: Далия Вейль, 2014
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