He wants what he wants when he wants it
And he wants it all now.
He is selfish to the core.
He takes and takes,
And offers no remuneration.
No exaggeration.
He is my addiction.
A distraction;
And I want him no more.
I give him freely,
To no-one willingly;
And with meaningful regret.
But I don’t want him;
I don’t need him.
I can’t have him and not have him.
So, I release him, surrender; set him free.
Free to let me be.
To be me;
To be.

The tears of an angel fall quietly in the night;
Broken wings that cannot take flight,
Hopeless dreams, desperate aspirations,
Reserved and shy are future salutations.
Heavy is the heart that is left behind,
Opened eyes are now found blind.
Reconciling pinions and mending wounds,
for lifetime passages beneath full moons.
Another touch, downy feathers fall.
With hope she waits to receive loves call.
Gentle morning with each moments passing,
Waiting for love's kiss everlasting.
Steadfast and patient,
but the angels still cry,
Once she is free, her wings again fly.