Rotting

My feelings for you are rotting.

I can't cover up the stench.

My nose wrinkles at the thought of it,

My air stinking from the drench.

I can't remember what it smelled like,

I know it was once sweet,

But it was just a folly,

The real you is no treat.

My feelings for you are rotting,

smells burn my nostrils to taste,

Such shame it's gotten bad,

So sad it's gone to waste.

My feelings for you are rotting,

It's now a sticky muck.

I've tried to clean the residue,

But fear I've had no luck.

My feelings for you are rotting.

It's now a medley of mold.

I know it was once precious,

But now it's gotten old.

I don't remember what it looked like,

I'm told the beauty was bold,

But it was just a fallacy

Steel plates beneath the gold