`once upon a beautiful lieIt was yesterday,
the day he heard her say,
" I'm sorry for my lies,
I have to say goodbye. "
The sky was crying,
and him, pretending.
That he would hold her hands,
her mistakes, he will amend.
He'd yearn for her kisses,
this love, their promises.
He'd listen to her favourite song,
her warmth, it didn't seem long.
Those yellowed love letters,
and the memories that were hers.
Somnus nemoris,and the dreams that were his.
He'd pass by this old cafe,
the old piano, she used to play.
The place they used to sit,
and to her, the poems he'd read.
It was raining,
and she was leaving.
For this love, he would die.
Once upon a beautiful lie.
I feel so empty.
Bye.
I'd love to not speak again.