Kaboom

Precisely, on these kind of times I do,

I do regret losing you.

But then I think and believe it was the best,

so you wouldn’t end up hurt.

I had to release you from my curse,

my stupid mouth is the princess of kaboom.

I don’t need to tell you,

for you know already as much.

I can’t bear myself,

cause I can’t hold my mighty stupid arrogance.

I so hope you grew tired of me,

leaving to fly in those fine feathers.

I witnessed, ruffled in the wind,

soaring the beauty of hard earned skills.

Pure delight, your colours in my mind.

Fair lines.