Moving On

The morning shines in thine eyes. thinking about that special someone you now despise. wondering why thy ever fell in love just to get hurt and cry to the man above. Thy time line stays fresh in your mind, when visions of his indiscretions left you blind. thinking back to all of the times when you pleaded from being mistreated, feeling the pressure of being defeated. Made you come to the conclusion that you were no longer needed. so one sits here as a woman scorned. because of the arguments and fights the heart is torn. So here is my sweet goodbye, I'm "Moving On".