On this windy night, the night is full but not our love,
I question all I use to know and believe,
I question my love even,
In this time, the sky is cloudless,
but my heart is cloudy toward us,
Everything you used to tell me seem like a lie,
all I thought you felt was deceit,
tell me is it deceit?
At this imperfect moment,
I weigh our present love with our past,
And it seems lacking,
which makes me wonder,
Who fell out of love first?.
© maryann_t