When are you going to be done?
When will it be enough ?
Plain and simple, when no longer fun?
Pain leaking from your eyes
Another time, you’re seeking not to cry
So many tries to let go of his lies; you surmise
Nit picking, being the constant critic
Never the right way in his eyes; any day
Given advice; be it realistic & concise
Negative thoughts; parasitic
Positivity takes less priority; backseat’ed
Going insane as it eats away at your brain
Could it be a spell and nothing more; bewitched?
Never quit for that to which,
You honor, respect, and ardor; what more?
Let go of all that negativity you abhor
Set free all that you wish & believe
No longer that chore; it’s time for you to soar
Once clipped wings; time to sing
Considered, once again, as a living thing
Let free, un-caged, everything
Taking flight; your wings glide just right
Beyond the past & flying w/out anyone to ask
Your not done you are outta here for some fun
Enough has come to pass
The constant discord is neither to us fair
It’s time to part ways instead of an upsetting daze
Love to linger past the years to follow
A particle, piece, part
Your heart will always carry a pinch of him
To never forget the fun from the start