Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Weathers are waning, Dreams are fading.

Weathers are waning
Dreams are fading
Life is but like a dying tide
Tumbling in its own stride.
What has become of your pride?
and you let your friends slide.
Weathers are waning,
dreaming are fading.
As life loses its sheen,
with each speck of happiness swept clean.
Devoid of her and her smile, so serene.
Her words horrifying,now so mean.
Weathers are waning,
dreaming are fading.
Wherefore should I flow,
When home lies below.
I let you go,
And just like that on a cold erratic December evening,
I let you go , I let you go.