Time molds the faces we once knew,
A quiet shift in shade and hue.
Where laughter rang like a silver chime,
Now echoes dull with the weight of time.

People change; they drift, they grow,
But not in ways we often know.
The light in their eyes, once wild and free,
Now tamed by a need for maturity.

The jokes we shared, the playful jest,
Are met with scorn, no longer blessed.
The things that once brought joyous cheer
Now seem to vanish, unclear, austere.

What’s this change, this somber hue,
That shifts the lens they’re looking through?
A simple tease, a harmless line,
Turns into fire, a fault, a crime.

Their voices grow colder, their minds seem locked,
In battles of logic where hearts are blocked.
They claim to understand the world so well,
Yet miss the truths that stories tell.

The bonds we built on lighter days
Now falter under heavy haze.
Each word weighed down with undue care,
Stripping the ease we used to share.

How cruel the path that twists this way,
Where love is lost, and words betray.
For I meant no harm in what I said,
But their gaze grew dark, and light instead fled.

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