Why All This Title Business? Poem by Sebastien St. Fellmore

seemed like the wind was in on it
paranoia has no new effects
for the decrepit playing second youth
the skies darken with fallen angels
the eyes of no surprise see new ties
affection in defection, trouble in our bubble
nothing lasts forever
so why'd we promise each other that
why'd we play the parts we were meant to lose
solid selves broken and superficially mended
the conspiring winds attempted and we ended bended
the sparkle of new hopes leave the old rended (sic)