The Timeline

Life is always changing,
Constantly on the go.
Not giving a thought to what we need,
Just something to hold.

Faces turn to blurs,
Days into years.
Friends turn into foes,
Laughter into tears.

The once shining light,
Slowly begins to fade.
Nothing is ever right,
It is not what we once made.

Things that once seemed so true,
Are no longer real.
People we once knew,
No longer feel.

Your heart turns cold,
No more warmth to give.
Like the last leaf
In a winter's morning wind.