Day 294

You once fed me happiness,
that sweet spoonful of delight.
That healed my knot of hate,
and fixed what was broken inside.

You took away my bad dreams,
and weaved me a web of good days.
All those moments you tempted my smile,
had never ever gone to waste.

But, something inside your eyes dimmed,
you suddenly lost that gentle spark.
And your love turned to an angry hate,
your words slowly tore us apart.

And now I walk this course of sorrow,
my chest holds a fresh grave.
My feelings are buried six feet under,
and it's all because you had to change.