Penning down my heart on a piece of paper
When I first met you,
I don’t know you believe it or not,
But it was like a dream come true,
Getting out from the past was so hard,
Then you came and I loved you, I thought,
Till death takes us apart.
Little by little the remnants of my past,
Stabbed in your back and you,
Questioned will it ever last,
Were the truths really full of deception?
Or the fact you felt daunted,
Snatched away your perception?
Mesmerizing pretty lies,
Few were yours and few were mine,
Asking does true love ever dies?