When it comes to an end it comes to a start
Either a new one or the memory of the past
You chose your path!
But my love I have two eyes
One is dreaming the other is arise
This dilemma is tearing me apart
It is easy to close a finished book
But you were the words of my life
Our laughs decorated its look
Our tears arranged into a line
That begins from chapter heart
And ends into chapter knife
How can I put it to the shelf up high
With an arm hardly tied to my heart
You drained all the ink of my vessels
To write my eternal insomnia
I am your favorite piece of art!
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Originally Posted by Mar_Moh
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