Out of time

Tears in her eyes,
No surpise,
As she cries out.

Cheats and he lies,
No reprise,
Now she's found out.

She feels denied like before,
But she don't cry anymore.
All of a sudden your approval means so very little.

She is not a quitter;
bet you wish she was.

She is making the best of the mess.
Creating memories
That aren't full of regret.
She's making movements,
improvements,
Little by little.

Thoughts peddle
While her thumbs twiddle.
No room for people
Who make her feel little.

Simple ain't always easy,
But simple is simple.
Enough is enough.

When the night is over,
The sun will always come up.