Let me go to her,
I talk to my memories.
Let me go to her,
She is waiting for me.Leave my hands free,
I want to go.
Leave my heart free,
It will beat slow.I still miss the time,
We walked around.
I still miss us,
It's all that counts.Let me go to her,
I talk to my memories.
Let me go to her,
She is waiting for me.She made me realize,
That who i am.
She made me realize,
That things were about to end.She helped me out,
To conquer my feelings,
She dragged me away,
From all the killings.I was all free,
From the past.
I was ready to go,
And took the march.I ran to her quick,
Leaving behind my mind's trick.
And there she was, standing
All Beautiful, happy and smiling.I just went to her and asked,
If letting me go was an option,
Would you leave me.
And that day, i knew
What was mine and who was not.
YOU ARE READING
Let me go #jaanedemujhe
PoetryShort poem for the VYRLOriginals competition. Realization of what's yours and who's not.