None of this ever even mattered
There was never any real 'happily ever after'
In our future
In our fields
Our grapes have soured
There is no strength against
The decay of love, the wilting of flowers
Seasons turning their wheels
Every action you take, each step closer to an end
Every breath and each sound you make
Leads us back to the place we began
My love is now a stigma. Since yours wilted away
My confidence gone. Your presence lacking any blame
You are still the same
I was foolish to think you have changed
In only thirty days.
You have no need, now I fall useless to you.
A failure, in total shame.
I am autumns decay
I am the broken way.
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2015
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