My honour withers, <br />In autumn of your insincerities, <br />and my colours vanish, <br />In fates of your desertion, <br />I get volatile, <br />In blaze of your, <br />changing faiths, <br />and my marrow, <br />Pains in flames of your deceitful moves, <br />I get worn-out, <br />In weathers, <br />and my grey lead heart, <br />Is dormant and heavy. <br />To breathe.<br /><br />Sahar Sahar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-102/
