Monday, March 31, 2008

The Worrying Whys Within

The worrying whys still haunt my mind
And the Acherontic aura surrounds me
Neither letting me live nor letting me die
The story still confounds me
Had it been the Divine play or the Tempter’s little game
The miraculous reality of my life or a hallucinating dream frame
Had it been a pure devotion or an infatuation ended with time
Had it been my fault or yours masterminded sweet crime
If I had several flaws and never let you feel mine
What made you love me then before choosing to decline
If you had been the one alone to give up and give in
What would you call the stances when
I never treated your lies as sins
If faith was all you had in me, and the affection would have been true
How come you placed false blames on me been based on reasons untrue
And now when we have separate ways to follow and pursue
All I need is a justifiable reply for all the questions from you
Since, worrying whys still haunt my mind
While, the answers to the questions I try to find.