I Won’t Let You Go

Death Of Marat by Jacques-Louis David

“Il suffit que je sois très malheureux pour avoir droit à votre bienveillance”

I’m sleeping alone again.
In my mind, I have flashbacks.
I didn’t see the end.
I still hear some screams.
I don’t know if it’s a dream
Or a nightmare following me.

I say: “it’s time, I’m alright”
And I try to walk.
Suddenly I fall on the ground
I just want to see the lights.
Because without you
I feel like I am no one
And suddenly I cry
Because I just wanna give you all my love.

I try to let it go with all my pain.
I don’t want to feel it again.
I just want to follow my way.

I used to maintain a secret to be safe.
They don’t know about us.
That’s great
That never caused me pain.

Your hair, your smile,
And even your smell
Are all over the place
In secrets which I can’t tell
Because when I’m yours
I forget about the world.
Maybe it’s the reason why
It’s so hard to let it go.

You ask me: how will you take it all?
I answer: it will just take a while.
I can put on a smile and fill in
My emptiness and loneliness
With poetry, friends…
Until I find my happiness.

I won’t let you go!
I threw myself in a free fall.
I won’t let you go!
I’m glad that we had it all.
I want you there.
You left me here.
Maybe distance is what we need.
I can’t let you go
But I try.

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“…And then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that’s not enough, what is enough?” — Vincent van Gogh

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“…And then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that’s not enough, what is enough?” — Vincent van Gogh

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