You played your pipe for me to dance, as puppet master, worked the strings, but today my heart will pirouette; I am giving back the gold nose ring. Last night I saw just how it is Between yourself and naive me; you are the wolf, I am the lamb always destroyed in repartee. You think I cannot live alone without your condescending reign; you won't hear Arrivederci play, I won't come back to Rome again. This love train has left the station; It is speeding down "don't look back track." Goodbye to disappointing love; I'm moving on to be exact. Copyright, September 6, 2014 Faye Lanham Gibson