Let Her Go
I wish I had never let her go.
She is the match
that lit the fire in my soul,
still burning
and yearning
for her.
She is the blossoming flower
in the place of my heart,
the petals are no longer smothered
and they are revealing their true colors
now that she has walked away.
She is the eye of the storm,
the center of my life;
The wind around blows cold
but she soothed my shivering soul,
pulling it away from the brink of death.
If my mind is the beach, she is the ocean
filling my head to the brim
with thoughts that stir
and revolve around her,
leaving no room for anything else.
She is the cleanest of air
that I was lucky enough to hold in my lungs,
but I was a fool, I let myself exhale
and now all the air is stale;
I wish I had never let her go.
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