As the tree dances with the roaring wind
The tiny leaves are battling to hold
to stay alive and not fall behind

But I wonder, is it the mother tree
that will set it free,
Is it the persistent leaf
that chooses to tighten the grip,
Or is it the wind,
that will break the bind?


Like the relationship we had
You are the tree
I am the fragile leaf
Us is the wind


Don't make me read between the lines
Tell the truth and no more lies
I could no longer handle the wind
So before you let me go,
I will be the falling leaf,
In the cold ground, I will grief
But surely, freedom I will see

Words float like petals
Of a wilted rose struggling
To remain alive.

I did love you so much once.
Even though you only saw my wrongs.
I stayed with you through the hard times,
but disliked the man you’d become.
I realized happiness no longer came around;
only anger and depressing sadness held me down.
One day Evilness deeply implanted within you,
and all of the abuse escalated- with scars to prove.
I should have left while you slept,
but my deep Evil wanted sweet revenge.
Where’s the woman I used to be?
She was so timid and happy go-lucky.
I do regret what I did,
but I saw no out; only death.
It had to be either me or you,
and this time, I knew, who I would choose.