The illusion
That I met long ago
Dressed in red
Masked in black
So plush and classy
Enough to turn my view
And twist my mind
That I've been making lyrics
Of songs and poems
And I've been writing million letters
Of diaries and thoughts
I've been far mesmerized
To feel the love and pain
Only for making history
That's enough, illusion
I knew it all
I tasted them all
So I'm weary now to make more lyrics
Or to spill more thoughts
You've taught me lessons
And yes I've learned