Changed.

The sky isn’t quite as blue as it used to be,
Or perhaps its me who’s dulled the sky.
May it reflect me as I am.

I feel the changing of times; revealing –
That maybe we were never meant to be?
Meant only to give up, for everything has changed.

I refuse to give up on you, you are – will always be
You have always been all that I needed – need.

The rain isn’t as wet as it used to be,
Makes no difference to me,
For I am drenched in tears.

Why does it have to be this dance?
How was your day? An empty question.
My days are all the same, wishing –
Always wising to be seen.
You love me, but do you see me?

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