My Oyster, My Slate

I’m giving back what you’ve given me,
The weight of your love is just too heavy.
I’m suffocating in this comfort you provide,
It’s my oyster! And my adventures, when I decide!

Things were rosy-darling-sweet,
Months went by, I had felt complete.
I sang to you of love and bliss,
Fell heels over head, sealed with a kiss.

But my wings are clipped by your own hand,
The year has flown away, the timer’s full of sand.
And I dream outside that garden gate,
I leave you now, to clean my slate.