I fear my soul is failing me
Nature no longer brings me joy
The touch of frigid air
No longer pleases me
I fear my soul is failing me
Buttercups are dull
Daisies quite the same
Rivers run dry in my mind
I fear my soul has failed me
For the sunset is painful
My eyes veer away from it
No longer find beauty in the colors
A last goodbye. He's gone. No longer mine. He belongs to her he has for quite some time. At least i got closure this time.