Withering sentiment.
Beauty that fades.
Love that will not last
All hope dissipates.
Prosper no longer.
You'll bleed for the fame.
All the life that was once
Surely, now is no more.
And the light, shining bright
Starts to flicker towards night
As the past remain fragments
That haunts you tonight.
All the passion and lust
It just loses its touch
As the days go along
You realize that you're wrong.
And you'll feed on the needs
That you want, but don't have
And the beauty of life
-- It is not coming back...
It is gone with the pain
That this life on earth brings
All the beauty in life
Gone within just one night.
(I wrote this poem to bring into perspective the irony of our fading beauty and the la Bella vita (beautiful life) that fades as well. This iterates the fact that beauty, no matter how small or how large, will fade eventually.)
