Category: Writers Block
I go back to another time,
When I was his and he was mine,
When love was sweet like rose red wine,
And we were young and love was blind.
But time has passed,
And doors have closed,
It's not the way I once supposed,
Against our will he went away,
But I go on living anyway.
And this is what life's about,
Love is gone I do without,
But yet, I always see his face,
When I go back to that other place.