Its My Fault. Poem by Medusa Waves

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Do you feel it?

The slow death that creeps

This love is fading grey

Wilting slowly, almost…

Unknowingly

Before our very eyes

-Its not the same-

You’ve said before

-I know-

I responded in remorse

Do you feel it?

The darkening presence of dying love

Like the coming winter, the leaves dry and fall

Do you feel it-

It chills my once warm heart.

Its diming out like the light that lit your eyes

Its not so beautiful anymore

Its not so fun and happy anymore

-im afraid-

I tell myself.

I wonder. if you’re afraid too?

What is this thing that haunts my thoughts

The coming death of our once florid hearts

Everything withers and dies, I suppose

I just thought our love withstood the grasp of time