This is something I've been holding on to for too damn long
I've been fighting with myself, making sure this hard decision wasn't wrong
But here I go, starting this new poetic song
For too long, I've been pushed around and left to be option #2
Well, you know what? There is no more space in my beat-up heart for you
I'm escaping your prison, your poisonous chains I have cut through
Here I was, trying to be in John Legend's shoes
While I was giving all of me, you barely gave me half of you
Well, to that I say no more!
I'm walking out of this life-sucking act; I'm smashing through the front door
There is no desire for me to be your puppet anymore
I'll find true love and true peace in another place
Somewhere that I will never be able to see your face
I'm sure you'll find another poor guy so I can be replaced
I'm taking back what I blindly and stupidly gave
I'll no longer be your excuse for you to misbehave
I would say so much more, but I'll just end it here with a little wave. 👋
YOU ARE READING
A Hard Life Said In Soft Words
PoetryThis is simply a journal/collection of poems that I have decided to make. It will be a space for me to write and to share some truths about my life, whether I get support or put in scrunity.
