The End
In the end of it all... I still chose you.
Writing stories in encore, under the evening blue.
Though backs are turned, though friendships are through.
The heroine of my world, She..... She never had a clue.
That I chose her..... over the glimmer and gold.
The brighter days, the fortunes I am foretold.
Her star like eyes, her hands that I want to hold.
Darling let’s lock our fingers, and make stories that’s never been told.
Only if you turn around, and see me waiting all this time.
Leaving a trace of words, intentions hidden in rhyme.
Only if you love me still, and say you’ll always be mine.
Then this word called “Loveâ€, together let’s try to define.
Cause in the end of it all, I will still choose you.
Again by the endless night sky, below the beautiful evening blue.
Writing poetries in encore, a habit that I will never get through.
Darling as long as I live, as long as this heart is beating for you....
