A Sonnet, Now

What were once songs of love
are just deranged sentences now.

What brought to face, a charm once
brings almost a frown now.

What was once just a moment
seems like a long time now.

What was once the whole world
is just a tiny reflection now.

What was once destined to happen
is just a twist of fate now.

What were once moments to cherish
are just memories of pain now.

What was once sumptuous and sweet
has left a bitter taste now.