The light that once made me warm within became the darkness that left me cold
My eyes which use to lighten up in her presence were left without shine
My soul became an empty glass of water leaving me thirsty and unsatisfied
I who was once eager to soak in what was once thought of as a sort of goodness
Realizes a good thing never does last forever
With time the mood will change as if it is the moon moving through its many phases
