a bandage Iam

oh the tale of a bandage so fine wrapped around hearts that were once divine.but all good things must come to an end.for bandages,like live do not mend. they soothe the hurt,they comfort the pain, but their beauty is fleeting in vain. for when wounds heal they are cast aside leaving naught but memories to abide so I feel like a bandage to a few . Iam discarded like yesterdays weather for though your love may bring comfort and cheer .it leaves me torn and bothered my dear.