Every lie is not sweet to the conscience, nor is every truth bitter.
Every metal is not in gloomy luminescence, nor would every gold glitter.
Every camera shall not stare forever, beauty is in the blink of a shutter.
Every love shall not last forever, every heart shall stop to flutter.
Truth is bitter, the lie was sweet,
our memories did glitter, our ends shall not meet.
Every end is not a fairytale, every love shall not end in hate,
every rose may not turn out pale, every life has to obey it's fate.
Every thought shall not be towards you, every step shall not take me near,
every ship doesn't get the best crew, every pain won't you have to bear.
The tale has ended as you grew, the love has ended reminiscent.
The Sands have blurred my thoughts true, my steps had followed the scent.
Every kiss shall not be of romance , every hug shall not cure a heart.
Every Knight needs no Lance, every shield needs no dart.
Every memory cannot be in verse, every wish cannot hop the draft,
every hiss isn't a venom curse, every art is not brimmed with craft.
Such a fraternal kiss to end, hugs deserve a moist pillow,
such verses shall no heart lend, such wishes can't wait for a willow.
The ship has drowned, the sun has sunk, the day has rested in the grave.
The owl has frowned, in the banyan trunk, for colors did hearts crave.
The owl is a memoir, that watches in dark, till the death will take,
it's not a choir, grievous to hark, for our own better sake.
Sleep my dear, sleep my heart, sleep for it's the end.
No more tear, none to part, no caring hand to tend.
It's all past, it's memories good, it's fate that had scars.
This is the last, the ink on wood, the fault in our stars.
Every metal is not in gloomy luminescence, nor would every gold glitter.
Every camera shall not stare forever, beauty is in the blink of a shutter.
Every love shall not last forever, every heart shall stop to flutter.
Truth is bitter, the lie was sweet,
our memories did glitter, our ends shall not meet.
Every end is not a fairytale, every love shall not end in hate,
every rose may not turn out pale, every life has to obey it's fate.
Every thought shall not be towards you, every step shall not take me near,
every ship doesn't get the best crew, every pain won't you have to bear.
The tale has ended as you grew, the love has ended reminiscent.
The Sands have blurred my thoughts true, my steps had followed the scent.
Every kiss shall not be of romance , every hug shall not cure a heart.
Every Knight needs no Lance, every shield needs no dart.
Every memory cannot be in verse, every wish cannot hop the draft,
every hiss isn't a venom curse, every art is not brimmed with craft.
Such a fraternal kiss to end, hugs deserve a moist pillow,
such verses shall no heart lend, such wishes can't wait for a willow.
The ship has drowned, the sun has sunk, the day has rested in the grave.
The owl has frowned, in the banyan trunk, for colors did hearts crave.
The owl is a memoir, that watches in dark, till the death will take,
it's not a choir, grievous to hark, for our own better sake.
Sleep my dear, sleep my heart, sleep for it's the end.
No more tear, none to part, no caring hand to tend.
It's all past, it's memories good, it's fate that had scars.
This is the last, the ink on wood, the fault in our stars.