Why I let her go

As a soul of butterfly
It’s still better for me to fly
As free as a bird
Still I’m beaming
I run faster than a cheetah
That’s why I felt back the fact of cheating
I should take it slower than a chameleon
That’s why I chimney’ed her out

It’s not the beauty
That makes her bravely-bold
Just the outer beauty
That makes her inner ugliest evil
It’s not the head
That she finds it not hard to style
Yet the inner stubborn’ity
Lazy to think, think of the future
Failure not to my faith
I let her go

If the outside beauty
Could go inside and defeat the inner ugliest evil
If she could impede suborning
And thinks like a lady
A lady being loved
And be sweeter than cherries
Beautifull’er than rose
Oh bright than rabbit
Yet still donkey minded
As ugly as monkey inside
I saw no use, but letting go

I am not prepared to be a caddy
I am not, not even umpire
What about spectator
I’m so spectrum
One been, letting go

It’s as not a matter of beauty
If she has no love,
If she brings no happiness
Fight turned into war
Just cause she most beautiful
Trust me; life is short to be fulfilled
Enjoy it when it last
mr.nice