It's lmost eight (8pm),
And as usual you are late,
Am sitting outside waiting for you,
It's drizzling like the morning dew,
Cool breeze, swaying trees, mind locked,
On some memories that shocked,
Remembering the incidents of your change,
Stepping away and ruling out a range,
I wonder what has come in between,
You always treated me like your queen,
Now you come home late to avoid our talks,
Often quite not even interested in evening walks,
I feel alone, distant and neglected,
It doesn't matter cause you have selected,
A new toy for your entertainment,
Little do you know that its affecting our commitment,
It's okay I have made a decision to let you go,
For your life is no longer meant for me so,
Tonight am waiting for you, to handover,
All you gave and say that it's over,
If ever he might need me back,
He would understand and track,
The reasons that drew me out from his life,
As of now, he would no longer have me as his wife...
©sim
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
It's lmost eight (8pm),
And as usual you are late,
Am sitting outside waiting for you,
It's drizzling like the morning dew,
Cool breeze, swaying trees, mind locked,
On some memories that shocked,
Remembering the incidents of your change,
Stepping away and ruling out a range,
I wonder what has come in between,
You always treated me like your queen,
Now you come home late to avoid our talks,
Often quite not even interested in evening walks,
I feel alone, distant and neglected,
It doesn't matter cause you have selected,
A new toy for your entertainment,
Little do you know that its affecting our commitment,
It's okay I have made a decision to let you go,
For your life is no longer meant for me so,
Tonight am waiting for you, to handover,
All you gave and say that it's over,
If ever he might need me back,
He would understand and track,
The reasons that drew me out from his life,
As of now, he would no longer have me as his wife...
©sim
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