Sweet seasons come and go,
The memories making intense meadow,
Of fairy tale that gets stumped,
By the imagination that are yet to get dumped.
Fell in love with a beautiful face,
Needless to say I would grimace,
The future is still unknown,
Needless to say, I would be still unknown.
The face told beauty lies,
For my emotion to be wrapped with butterflies,
But sought bloody vomits to God,
In pray to remove those from hearty bod.
Felt pain but unknown to the world,
Crept in silence to be strong,
Still like a worthless wizard,
Wandered to kill the last love,
That tried to get me soft.