SHE LEFT

You say I left in the darkest of night But yet again you read me wrong Misunderstanding my every verb Misinterpreting my every adjective And so again I'm forced to explain Defend my unseen being From the lies you so spread, that ruin my humble name

I speak to claim the respect! It breaks me that you think I left Don't get me wrong though , I loathe your presence... It is the 'left' that devours my sanity To feel accused of breaking a promise I never did leave...I escaped ... Of course your wondering...isn't it the same? But leaving and escaping can never be the same It's a lot of word play but pray I tell Leaving is steep It is artless Escape is gradual It is subtle...