Could it be

that you & me

no longer see eye to eye?

I'd hate to trample

upon you, my dear, yet

you continue to lie.

Why?

There's nothing more here

for me, it's clear.

The roses that I planted

out of the love you took for granted

shall continue on without my care.

No, I will not prune them.

I will no longer groom them.

Oh! You don't feel it's fair?

With my hats & my shoes

I'll pack my gowns & leave town!

No longer a slave to this, our home.

I'll brave the unknown!

I am a wild rose. You cannot tame me!

Watch me grow on, rambling free.