A Eulogy for my Most Beloved

People would not always recall

the evils of the heart

as what you've believed

your philosophy, the mantra of your soul.

Odes that would sing

a millennium of regret

- the end does not cover

how you've fulfilled your vows.

People would then recall

the kindness of your heart

what you've believed

your humble thoughts.

Sonnets does nothing more

than to restrict your bounds

- our end would always cover

how kindness does not mean Truths.

Your lies are my truth

and your lies spoke true

That I would cry rivers

should you jump to the other side.

I would cry when you depart

grieve when you're still here

for your love is not for me

but for when you turned free.

This words are not for you

when you flee with your own accord

This words does not speak

for the life, or death, of you.

This song is made for you

though not for your self.

My love from this words

came from the fact of inflicted pain.

I should have wrote

with soul when it was still mine

I should have wrote

when I was still filled with that flickering flame.

It'll never be too late

to write you a letter

but it was too late

to leave without pain.// 012115