Mocking at the cupid

Something I wrote sometime ago....

A wall of zillion issues,
with oodles of questions
and absolutely no answers,
growing tall between us.

Swaying like a skyscraper,
in the midst of a storm,
Bricks of confidence,
flying out randomly.

The bonding mortar of love,
no longer holding strong,
Foundations of time,
weakening, ripping apart.

Fate plays hide n seek
Making funny faces,
Mocking at the cupid,
that struck years ago.