By Allie Marie
And he says,
“Oh darling, don’t wait for me.
Baby, you have to leave.
Here’s a bag with some old things.
There’s only so much you can bring.
Please don’t beg at my feet.
You must leave these wounded streets.
I can’t save you from an empty room,
but I can’t let your sun set far too soon.
Don’t make this any harder.
You can’t stay here any longer.
Go and be free.”