Buku Eunoia of Love

IN TIME, OH TIME, AND TO YOU, MY DEAR.
SHALL WE LAUGH AND JEST AND SHED THE FEAR?
AS THE PAST WERE WIPED CLEAN, LIKE A SLATE,
AS IF WORDS SPOKEN HELD NO FATE

BUT OH, LETS PRETEND THE FEELINGS
WE SHARED WERE BUT A DREAM,
FOR STRATEGY I CRAFTED,
DID BECOME A TRAGEDY SCREAM,
FAKE LAUGHTER, NOW SHED AS I RETURN TO THE STAGE,
FOR I NEVER THOUGHT OUR LOVE’S END
WOULD BECOME ITS RAGE

-ILLUSION ON THE PAST