Letting Go

I can’t let you go/
Even though inside I know/
I need to leave the past behind/
There’s just something that I need to find/
A place inside of me/
I’m still so blind/
But I do want clarity to see/
The future is the only thing that is/
Ever going to be in front of me/
Looking ahead is the only way/
To set myself free/ Be/
It that the past/
Is behind me now/
Be it that I can’t fix it and/ I/
Don’t know how/ It’s just/
Too hard to leave it in the past/
I can’t let these memories last/
They blur me until I’m pushed under/
Way too fast/ I’m/

Holding on to something that’s just not there/
And pretending I really don’t care/
Without you I feel lost/ But/
That must be the cost/
Exhausted/ I want you to know/
I’m having trouble letting you go/

I remember a time when I wouldn’t/
Let you go/
No feelings afraid to show/
But things turned around so fast/
There was no way to make it last/
Hatred grew inside of me/
You were the last person/
I ever wanted to see/
I couldn’t let go/ And now all I know/
The only thing left is to grow/
And so/
I’m leaving you memory behind/
Our lives are no longer entwined/
I need to remind you/
I still find I’m…/

Holding on to something that’s just not there/
And pretending I really don’t care/
Without you I feel lost/ But/
That must be the cost/
Exhausted/ I want you to know/
I’m having trouble letting you go/

As I turn back my back/
I look back at the tracks/
And traces of nostalgia I can’t/
Quite grasp/
I bathe in the winds of feelings/
To the point where I wonder/
If I’m just dreaming/
Because it feels so real/
It feels so right/
That when I close my eyes at night/
I remember you letting go/
And so I’ve left/
My words and possibilities/
I’ve left behind my soul//

Written by Baz
24 May 2003

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About ReflectionistBaz

I love to draw, paint, and make music. I hate people who talk to much, and never listen. And people who are too consumed with themselves to take the time to find out how you are doing. Ignorant people who cannot take their heads out of their asses if their lives depended on it.I am a little left of center, but that’s fine with me. I don’t need to be like everyone else. I generally keep to myself. I love music, art, the occult, supernatural, weird and unique objects, talking to friends, painting, drawing, reading, gaming…

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