The End

The play was beautiful,
We lied so well
And painted on our smiles perfectly.
Now the curtain is falling,
The end is coming-
Hope you've lived your life well.
It's too late to turn back.
It's not your decision and
It's not mine either so
Do what you want with your last
few moments …
The curtain is heavy and dark,
Like what you see when your heavy
eyelids start to close with ours
And the sky cries for all of us …
We have nothing to care for
We are all free
The end has brought you to me.