Scars and bruises never stay,
the way her name is inked an ample deep.
She lives until eternity, is all I can pray
While I’m departing and she won’t weep.
I embrace the last site my eyes sought,
a poised smile on her soft face
What thoughts were really bought
and, was I ever a part of her fame?
I applaud all those faces, they
make my love turn to fog.
The humorous fact is now I’m away,
Was I ever told she moved on?
They describe her as subtle,
ingenious, but another way a lot brazen.
“she’s so chatty and a lot to handle!”
she was on a path away from the haven.
But mind you, I’m done.
She’s happy and that’d end my role.
In her heart, I made a pretty sketch,
but now I’m letting her go…
This is very much random, and apparently, I was supposed to write something about ‘letting her go’ but a bit poetry wouldn’t hurt, now would it? Please tell me in the comment section below. Thanks! X