The book shall no lie
No one deserves a honey covering a needle
The smell of the paper shall not remind us of pain
But the smell of their skin shall remind us
of how powerful our love was
And the man shall no forget
So decision shall be made by the man
He no longer approves any lie
He will despise those sweet scent
He will burn what's within him
Even it hurts the man more than he can brace
Even time cries and the sun can't shine
through the dark room of him
But he would walk and remember
Those ol' good times shall not keeping him
To be free
For what he deserves is coping up
with the imperfection of his skeleton
and the loss of his dearest irony
Though, this love hopes remaining immortal
Not here, but there
On the eyes which shall read this hollow piece of his heart
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