Leave Those To the Trees
Brunneous look of your eyes
Limn your angle in any place I sight
Maybe the aura of your character is hard to find
Nor the answer is you and I collide?
I am not sure about you
If we meant to be or so..
The last thing to happen way back two years ago
You taught the spark of flames and oersted fairytales
Well hoping the next chapter, It's real another
Story of us unpuzzled
Direct and not twisted, nor debris are not existing
Myriad of thoughts lasting like mistletoes of dreams
Late at night I am still dreaming
If lies and goodbyes are the same thing?
Maybe then after we've broken
Exchequer of notions are not ending.
Now, you heard me?
Am I capable of your love already?
Say to me and you'll be free
Then, leave those to the trees...
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