Wednesday, October 29, 2008
The past like some unquiet ghost still moves
Within, too fraught with longing to forget.
We have moved on, as is mature and wise.
But love, though long abandoned, never dies.
The past like some unquiet ghost still moves,
Within, too fraught with longing to forget
I miss those days, it plays in heart of mine
But they, now gone forever, lost in time.
