Turn Chaos Into Art

All the old and unuseful things must go
Souvenirs, memoirs, longings and the time
Love must go, your self love must know it hurts
But you got it held on the inside
When it comes, stays forever
Untill forever fades in front of your eyes
Now it´s all clear, it´s all gone, so nevermind.
In the end, means it hasn´t been that important
As you thought it was, as you wish this current one is
Goodbyes are welcome after all the pain and stress
Fine feelings remains, if you remind them from the begining
If you take from the bads what you´re winning
Some just keep on running, stucking sorrows for the next
But all the old things must go
All the one who loves must rest.



Kate Polladsky