Love Done Left Here
Pick up your things and walk out the door
Better yet I’ll leave, never to return evermore
Love done left here,
Love done left here for good
Communication is cut off from not paying to listen
The reasons why we are here are for seasons gone
Pleasure has left because our Love was Never Live
Hanging on to threads, kept in a closed sewing box
Professing need a little to late to straighten the situation
Keeping Up with them Jonses instead of caring for home
Gold-Digging for Stature to Imaginary Capture Content
Love done left here,
Love done left here for good
Happy days return when your face is far gone
Not looking to destroy, but build back up again
There are no fingers to point without fingers being turned in
Inside the right thing was wrong without a yearly heart checkup
You feint a love, but it is based on mind, which is only neck up
Where is the hearts that pump in and out automatically?
Where is the hand that connects to arms lovingly caressing us?
We are two trains of thought travelling in different directions
Me uptown and you downtown, you express while I ride local
Love done left here,
Love done left here for good!
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