Cutting Ties

Strands and strands of memory
Falls to my feet like slow drifting snow
The way you've touched my dreams
Like loving me was only a fantasy
The strings of darkness
Falls like the Autumn leaves
We can see the changes as it approached the ground
With no trace of you left to be found
As I take these shears and pain myself with cutting ties 
I cry and whisper to my love, "Goodbye."
I've cut your favorite part of me
The beginning of your lies...