Ziwtra
Another day gone past,
Nothing to do at last.
Lost in thought and mind,
I fell behind.
What do I feel?
Is it love?
Or does love seem real?
I think she's a dove.
How could this girl,
The one whom with I curl,
Not be my love?
She makes me feel all mixed up inside,
She's the only one with whom I confide.
Talking to her I wonder,
If I could have fallen under.
Some type of spell,
A bewitchment of falsehoods,
Then comes the bell.
Again I'm lost in the woods,
Could all of the times we shared,
Even her entrancing eyes;
I'm thinking of what I could not bear.
What if all that was lies?