And you have decided,
we don't belong together;
you have chosen to sweep another girl,
on top of your wayward feather;
and I cannot say I am surprised,
as my thoughts of you have already surmised;
but you failed to adhere to one aspect,
that has already deemed you a lost prospect.
Because now I have left you there,
to continue feeling blue,
and to reminisce to which extent,
my love for you was true,
while you hold her in your arms,
as she turns to find her next cue;
and as she leaves you there,
running towards another golden hue.