Polished melody

I get that times have changed; I get that you might be smiling wherever you are right now and trust me I get that you’re still trying to erase what we had or could have had. The plans that went to rust for the lack of polish or the lack of love we showed.

Contemplating about so many things, what could have happened or what should have happened; the times we stole our happiness hoping we wouldn’t be caught or the things we said hoping we would not fall in love even more. We vowed to hate one another but knew very well we were just saying that, thrown words against your walls, it scraped off your paint but you somewhat kept decorating damaged walls with broken vassals and worn out roses.

Sweet polished memories of smiling angels and laughing devils perceive a clouded today.

You were in a hurry; you were always in a hurry...