After all is said and done, the "right" path chosen
So why do my lips quiver
Hands tremble, Heart castanet
Galloping a thousand butterflies away from this path.
Fervous and cold, shivers as my physical denies
My teeth gnash against one another, as though through this action, it will prevent my whole being from escaping, tumbling, bursting through my body.
Involuntary tears cascade in gasps
If its so rightly chosen, why is it this hard
to say Goodbye?