Fifty Years

For the fifty frigid years I've spent forgetting your too friendly face, For the fifteen forlorn times I lost my familiar faith, Faint as those fallen, faceless, forever engraved memories are, Fatal and faltering they make my fast-paced feigning heart beat by feelings so fake. Follow me as phantoms from our fantasies' pasts free our paths forward. I found the forest trail fastened in sight with fancy fairy blood. Follow the sound of the fading falsetto from the fairest of God's favored Angels. Hurry fast before frozen figures freeze your feet, stuck in mud. For fifty long fervent, frantic years I've waited, Fathoming, wondering, if it'd be feasible for you to be here. Freaking out for a change so fair. Fatigued, fretting, frozen in fear. Failures, fallacies, false bearings... For once in fifty frigid years, freedom from you is now forever for me.