your head as my favourite bookstore

I'm neglecting my realm to dissent your repeating line

But according to you all those letters were written out right

Confusing it seems but subconsciously re-reading the poem you've had sent to me

It blows a straight understanding of what may and may not rhyme

Inside those pages you've handed down

Beyond this library of our mind

You've found the shelf where our moment was emphasized

You vent it to your blank note

A white paper full of false hope

Here now your chapters are closing

Your sentence is losing it's depth to compile each character you're fusing

The words that you're using it felt less amusing

And the syllables failed to describe all my wonder

Sometimes I would sit at the balcony

Pairing all the vivid lights to bear away all those memories

The one that got me stuck on hold

While I'm addressing your head as my favourite bookstore

To quote the sole author

I'll rewrite the story where it ends in a halt

I vent it to my blank note

A white paper full of false hope

Sometimes I would sit at the balcony

Pairing all the vivid lights to bear away all those memories

The one that got me stuck on hold

While I'm addressing your head as my favourite bookstore

Sometimes I would sit at the balcony

Pairing all the vivid lights to bear away all those memories

The one that got me stuck on hold

While I'm addressing your head as my favourite bookstore