The morning shines in thine eyes,
thinking about that special someone you
now dispise.
Wondering why thy ever fell in love,
just to get hurt and cry to the man above.
Thy time line stay's fresh in your mind,
when visions of his indiscretions left you blind.
Thinking back at all of the times...
When you pleaded from being mistreated,
Feeling the pressures of being defeated,
Made you come to the conclusion that you were
no longer needed.
So one sit's as a women scorned,
because of arguements and fights,
The heart is torn.
So here is my sweet goodbye...
I'm moving on.

Tiffany Saxon

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moving-on-5/