When The Fondest Feeling Dies

Paint over the flawed perfections.
A rendition.
A masterpiece of hidden resentment.
Pounding out failures before these jaded eyes. you are the loudest silence.
A roar of empty emotion.
Take a walk with me and let's get the demons out. r
Ed lips are split.
The floodgates are gushing.
Drowning in a ship wreck of love.
When the fondest feeling dies.
It's a loose interpretation of intent gone wrong inside. pathetic, guilt-ridden motives.
What do you think you can take from me?
Muddy hands and dirty eyes.
Digging up ugly treasures.
Expectations can kill the sweetest intentions.
Who would have thought it was you?