Broken Way

ROKEN WAY 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.