The life I've become accustomed to.
No more would it be as sweet,
As sweet as the berries of Spring.
No more would this beginning continue-
For the end I have seen.
No longer am I near
But far I now am.
No longer sweetness I taste
But the bitterness that burns.
No longer will I be the same-
yet to know I have now learnt.
The longer I carry a smile,
An Easier detection of a lie.
The longer I linger,
It pierces me deeper down inside.
The longer I wait for thee to see,
I shall perish in my own despair.
What shall I do now- that you no longer can see?
In sleepless nights I fear
The memory of you shall linger.
Masquerading throughout the day
will only pain me further.
Though the warmth,
I shall feel the cold.
Though the joke,
I shall hear no laughter.
A lesson I perhaps have learnt,
Another for my Book of Life.
For I have changed-
not knowing for the better.
For I have changed-
knowing the winds have.
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