Literature
Disillusioned
It's just not the same,
our little game...
it used to be so grand,
now it's just bland
I sit and sigh,
every day...
we were once up so high,
how did it end up this way?
All of that excitement,
wonder where it went..
another day gone again,
makes me wonder when
The next thing will come around,
and move me out of this rut
I know it's bound to happen,
but...