Fade

A bit about the dissolution of any type of relationship.

Sweetened lies, dead ties

all rendered by a simplistic alibi.

Uneven tides, harsh chides

all ended by wavering confides.

Here it lays.

The fall delays.

There is nothing to say.

But there it stands,

despite reprimands.

And it is clear just who

is damned.

Perhaps with time,

the same line,

will seem more divine.

Until then,

this is just an unfortunate blend

where personal interconnections cannot mend.