Gone

The end was unfortunate Unexpected and even more permanent Yet it was bound And coming for a time long She needed change She needed him not to argue Nevertheless, he did argue This made it all the more unfortunate And even harder to in his ways change She tried to explain it was permanent However, his ears fell short to her words, not long To his crying and whimpering, she seemed bound She was bound To escape the argue The droning on and on so long He was the unfortunate She was ready for permanent Change Moreover, it was time to change This time had been bound And she was sure this time around to make it permanent No more to argue No more of the unfortunate It had taken too long She would be gone, long The winds of change Were not unfortunate They allowed her to be bound Free and no one was to argue It was permanent A life of her own, a life that was permanent A life that is long With no one to argue With new things to discover and a world of change She was bound To leave his horribleness, his unfortunate So to argue about her permanent The unfortunate and drawn long Debated her change, yet she was bound