Gone

The cocopops taste better in solitude,
Alone at night, they crunch in their multitude.
All the while, the slaves and sheep dance together in a field;
And even today, no one can remember who sang the original.
At the once explict start,
It's time to go; take your part.
She's nervous-
What did she do to deserve this?
A stuffed bear and a straw hat and a pendulum fan,
Hurt heart, bad song, and no one knows who killed the man.
The same guy got up and left us without a plan,
And the tears of a slave which burnt blue as she sang.

Author's Note

This one was inspired by my sister when she broke up with her boyfriend. I guess it makes more sense if you actually know the events I got the ideas from, but I like it- comment ect. Peace and love ^^