Apr 2017
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
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.
