Lyrics of Literature

Got it.

There are a couple of things I've got to do.
I nearly finished it, so do you.
But you disrupted my system,
You little piece of prism.

Others told me that you burst into colors.
I don't believe them. You're what? Crayons?
They admired you like fallers.
I, I hate you for eons.

Now, you came and altered everything.
From a single dot to a wall of painting.
You've created a new perspective of love.
Yet, you don't know it's meaning and then bluffed.

I still followed you, everywhere you go.
To your house, to your room, to your soul.
Still, you're out of reach.
I'm begging you, can I held it breeched?

I thought that you'll love me back.
What a false track.
I almost got tripped and ripped.
Yet, you left and I wept.

I got it.
I got it from the beginning.
That you were something and I was nothing.
A no being without a zing.

I got it.
You're the sky and I'm the land.
We can't reach each other.
We can't be together.

Now, I got it.
I need to leave.
It's ok. You don't have to believe.
I'm still inlove with you but it isn't worth it.

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DaVincisArt