Its strange how the years can steal away the things you love
How perceptions change and alter when push turns to shove
When we first met you were the most vibrant part of love
Now you radiate bitterness and cloud good memories trove
Its odd the way people change even when they’re in your gaze
How they’ll leave your green field barren with nothing for cattle to graze
How the love you held was an energy now plumes of fog creating haze
As it relies on its own tragedy born in the manic hearts of craze
Its true its fifty fifty I’ve played my part my theatrical role
As I beguiled the strands of cruelty and used them as I stole
I delved into the cool abyss bringing nothing no pearls or toll
But the love we shared now a faint malady an itch that fevers cold