I only have words
For your broken fragments
Yet he have golds
To make your requirements

Yes,  melted gold
Can make you fully restored
Yet, you think my word
Will make you "fooly restored"

I know you'll  choose his way
Well I have nothing to say
You are altered
Yet aesthetically

broken..

So here I go
At the hill of Camlann
My Death will arrive soon
I can't talk nor walk.
Due to severe wounds I've got
So i asked Bedevier
To bring this sword
Back to the real owner
To take my immortality
And tell Merlin to bring me
To the garden Avalon.

The sun is drowning
The moon is MOURNING
The next day without YOU
is MORNING

Tell me all your Beliefs
And I'll never make a shift

She changed my clothes
She changed my pose
She changed my hair
She changed my prayer
She changed me
Like iron to rust

But like other girls
She did the same

In this story
You are the medicine
Who Created mr.  Hyde

Sorry? To late
Jekyll taking his grave

I have thousand copies of your smile
I draw them as portrait
I composed them as song
I wrote them as poem

Realizing...
I'm not the one who draw your smile
I can't predict your expected rhymes
I never made your bliss
Not even once,
They are all just lines
letter, words, notes,

But anyways, I kinda need em

If you don't want me to be with
You can still walk beside me...
I can sing you a song
That will end with nothing...

I just want to say

I won't stop on reaching you
Even sands won't allow me...

I can wait during fall... Spring even winter.

All I want is to be remembered...

In this coming summer.