Fade

Strung high out of my reach my dreams,
now wait for the winds - your time has come.
Hopes, plans, sincere faith and genuflection,
they now are regrets, mistakes as she called them, value of sentiment is not more than dust as I keep forgetting my own nature.
All I needed was peace,
all I needed was the last few moments
with you.
The blade is still inside, as I play with my thoughts - I keep burning them, they keep
coming back.
This could've been avoided,
and I have tried.