the hardest part


And the hardest part was letting go, not taking part was the hardest part.
And the strangest thing was waiting for that bell to ring. It was the strangest start.

I could feel it go down. Bittersweet, I could taste in my mouth, silver lining the cloud.
Oh and I, I wish that I could work it out.

postcards from far away

And the hardest part was letting go, not taking part you really broke my heart.
And I tried to sing, but I couldn’t think of anything. And that was the hardest part.

I could feel it go down, You left the sweetest taste in my mouth.

You’re a silver lining the clouds. Oh and I, I wonder what it’s all about.

Everything I know is wrong, Everything I do, it’s just comes undone. And everything is torn apart.
Oh and it’s the hardest part.

Author: Aditya Sani

I would love to encourage people to read, to think and to typewrite. Founder of Midjournal.com.

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