Monday, August 31, 2009

Confession of the Confused

Is it the west wind that has come and blown my love away,
Or is it just a passing phase?
I've heard true love never dies,
How come mine is dead and gone a thousand miles?
Years of fantasies and good dreams
Turning out to be a farce or so it seems.
Is it the years that have robbed me out
Or am I yet to fall again?
Time will answer all my doubts,
Until then I'll wait and watch.