written by: Hsenura
Maybe when I’m gone,
To blend in immortal love,
For eternity, I’d shower sonnets.
With rays of moonlit fading
And cruel sunlit dawns,
I could only pity the nights.
They hide our truths,
They take our blames,
Of our conscious phrase.
I wish this dark doesn’t change
Anything in our daylight worlds.
Liar I am, speaking these.
If you’d like to lie too, speak your lie,
To choose our truths, before we die.