When Your Well Runs Dry Poem by moments of sadness

i know you miss me
thats what they say about your water when your well runs dry
i've got you thirsty
and all you can do ask is why, why, why?

but when a sistah knows she just know
and when its time to go shes gotta go
its now time for the after party
end of the show

so you can cry your crocodile tears
and remanence through all the years
you never thought i'd ever leave
realizing one of your biggest fears

and though you may beg
and try to hold on tight
its now the twelfth round...knock out
the end of the fight

will i come back?
not even maybe
look in my face i'm for real
its all in the eyes baby