Sometimes

 

Sometimes I think of

How you used to be funny

And I was happy.

 

Nothings were sweet

And meant something.

 

Until meaning was revoked…

 

Forever meant never

But words meant whatever

 

You wanted to think 

I was pure

And fight for what was precious

 

Until you didn’t…

 

Sometimes I think of

How I am tainted

And the smiles I painted

Were never enough.