The art of letting go
Knowing when to say enough
Not allowing oneself to be drawn back in
Only to be snuffed
Not a strong point
Too much contemplation
Becoming consumed
By thoughts of you
When the only thought should be
I am through
Trying to decipher signs of any kind
No matter the conclusion
Still blind
By Axton Rupp
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
The art of letting go
Knowing when to say enough
Not allowing oneself to be drawn back in
Only to be snuffed
Not a strong point
Too much contemplation
Becoming consumed
By thoughts of you
When the only thought should be
I am through
Trying to decipher signs of any kind
No matter the conclusion
Still blind
By Axton Rupp
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