At The End Of The Day
At the end of the day
All that I have
Is a handful of tears,
And a heart heavy with hurt.
Love doesn't come easy,
And all that I've got is pain.
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You'll always ache,
For a reason
Or the other.
So tread with patience,
This is all too new.
Be kind to yourself
Your heart is not ready
For another season of hurt and doom.
-simra.t
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The art of letting go
Do you ever sit and reflect on everything that you've been feeling lately ?
It's both
relieving and painful
To give another thought
To the feelings inside of you.
You carry it ,
Forgetting it's weight
And when you sort your
Feelings out at the end of the day,
You're left with a handful of laughs
And a whole lot of pain.
Because you know
Deep in your heart
That a moment like this won't ever come again.
And the people in your memories
Wont stop for you
They'll live on
And so will you.
And those few who don't,
They keep you rooted in their love
You cannot find a way out of them
Because they've stopped,
Not necessarily for you
But for good.
And just know
That you can't always let them go.
Because what they made you feel
will live on
Even when they aren't here
To rekindle that emotion inside of you.
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This is the last time
That I'm truly here
In every possible way.
Because I've let this place go.
With every visit,
I lose one core memory
Only for it to be replaced with another one elsewhere.
So if you ever ask me,
Why I am done
I'll tell you why.
Because there isn't any of me left here
To come back to.
-simra.t
Out of love.
Why say goodbye when you dont mean it ?
Why did I do what I have done ?
Why did I cry Infront of you, begging you to come back and you let me go once again.
And I was left on my own, for the hundredth time.
With love left in my heart for you.
And as I waited for us ,
I ran out of love for you.
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