and I leave;
nothing to do here,
nothing to see.
it's time to move on,
find another song;
live loud,
all life long.
the proof
is in the goodbye;
I am tired
of writing a lie.
there are better things
than lost love;
just ask a sailboat,
as it shoves off the cove.
leave with me
or stop reading;
I am gone,
rhyming and bleeding.