Your Eyes Were My Favorite Color

Back To Me

I begged, prayed, crafted, sacrificed, sold for you to come back into my life.
I tried every spirituality and religion.
I got my wish.
You came back.
But not as who you were when you left.
I should've left you to my memory.
Where you could've stayed golden and preserved.
The person who came back has tainted everything past, present, and future with rust.
We were never meant to be together.
And what had previously ended in sweetness
has now succumbed to bitter.