It is a process, you see… <br /> <br />First it starts with a deep realization <br />so deep that it is easy to ignore, <br />and you do, <br />you do, <br />you ignore it, <br />but then it becomes stronger, <br />until it requires active thought … <br /> <br />You analyse all the details <br />you play out certain scenarios in your <br />head, your heart heavy at the outcome… <br />then you play out some more scenarios <br />which you pull from your wild imaginations <br />but yet you still have the same result – <br />like a loaded dice which keeps on falling <br />on the same number, <br />and the number is zero.. <br />zero chance of survival for this love <br />zero tolerance for cry babies <br /> <br />and your heart becomes even heavier <br />until it drops into your shoes - <br />they are red, <br />your shoes, <br />but they are not for dancing <br />they are filled with pain<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letting-go-51/
