the fire has died and the winds blow
with a different temperament.
love has come and went.
the fire has died and all that is left
is the cold ash of my soul.
love past with the winds
when my new birth decided to begin.
did I not love you strong enough?
does love ever last long enough?
I loved you in a place where everything made sense,
and now that our love is past tense
confusion sets in.
the fire has died with the winds,
the rains begin as I try hard to see
past the storm in my eyes.
filling my thoughts with lies,
telling myself I never cared
pretending love was never there,
that we were only acting parts in a play,
everything dies someday, even the roses,
and as our love dies the curtain closes.