Moving
On
No time to let go as good as now
Now when I'm losing my self
Little matters worth holding on to
So I'm letting you go like childhood dreams
Like sand grabbed in baby �sts
All the butter�ies I never could catch
Every orange sunset, over too soon
Dandelion petals scattered away
Morning �owers, dead by noon
And all the tears I never shed for you.
Naaz Afreen
2825, Batch 2010