SerenitySavage

Now Whenever  You cross  The road  Of my mind Instead of holding  Your hand I will simply  Push you Into the traffic 

Most days I feel like I am just waiting For the next person  In my life To leave me For good

If you  Leave  A woman  Simmering For too long You will Boil Her  Moisture  Dry And no one Wants A Scorched  Pot

Did you wander off Or did I just leave you To the hell  You created  For yourself Either way It feels the same