Paradis
If this world is a stage
What's the role do we play?
We drew the curtains?
Did we usher them?
Our eyes rest on the audience
Flowers that bloom beautifully
Just as the moment they bloom
The moment they wither comes
Soon the pages will yellow,
Cracking under the winds
The binding slowly breaks
As another story turns to dust
Do the winds ever stain our faces?
The marks of time never carved in
We are like buds waiting to bloom
But the blooming days dont come
Do you have memories of our love?
Things that washes on the shores
Of our minds, leaving a mark
Before being washed away yet again
Has the eternity made our love
Like the moon in the night,
Shining off from others?
And never changing?
Will our love ever set
In the horizons of times?
Just like how the sun dies
Only to rise brighter again
Or we are just doomed
To be spectators
Of this stage, forever
For we broke the rules
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What's the role do we play?
We drew the curtains?
Did we usher them?
Our eyes rest on the audience
Flowers that bloom beautifully
Just as the moment they bloom
The moment they wither comes
Soon the pages will yellow,
Cracking under the winds
The binding slowly breaks
As another story turns to dust
Do the winds ever stain our faces?
The marks of time never carved in
We are like buds waiting to bloom
But the blooming days dont come
Do you have memories of our love?
Things that washes on the shores
Of our minds, leaving a mark
Before being washed away yet again
Has the eternity made our love
Like the moon in the night,
Shining off from others?
And never changing?
Will our love ever set
In the horizons of times?
Just like how the sun dies
Only to rise brighter again
Or we are just doomed
To be spectators
Of this stage, forever
For we broke the rules
Need a muse, please send applications