Crying?
Fuck you!
Pay for
your mistakes,
you don’t
deserve her care.
She came by
you,
then you
offered a lace,
that hid a
chain,
which
destroyed her freedom.
You got her
at your feet,
and instead
of offering your hand,
and rise
her by your side,
you used
her as a carpet,
trod her.
And it made
the chain shorter.
She was
brightness,
and you
switched off her light.
She was
water,
and you
dried the river.
She was
air,
and you
polluted her,
but she
didn’t give up.
She gave
you thousand chances,
she thought
that was love,
but you
didn’t want to change,
but she
did.
Now you
cry, so fuck you.
You
overpassed the edge,
and the
Stockholm syndrome was finished.
She now
flies free,
and you
crawl seeking her feet,
but you
don’t find it,
because she
flies high,
so, fuck
you.
Now you
have the chance,
to learn
from your mistakes,
to fly by the
side,
but of
someone else, not hers.
She gave
herself to you as a present,
but you
miss appreciated,
and now you
cry, so fuck you.
She shines
again,
and won’t
go back to your side,
the
happiness she tried,
and wasn’t
with you,
but with
herself instead.
So, fuck
you.
