Let it be

Something are meant to be left alone.
Something are meant to be seen.
Something are meant to be admired.
Something should not be touch.
Something are just the way it will be.

Like a red grape.
Smooth and tempting.
Red-ish sinful and small.
The taste?
Sour to sweet.
Just the way i like it.
Sweet?
Nothing is sweet in this world.
A sweet voice from him is death to my ears now.

I dont believe in him no more.
Fake + Lies