Once, they were happy,
She smiled and laughed,
When he asked and flushed,
They would walk together,
Their hands, intertwined,
Like folds in origami,
Strong but fragile.
Then, it begins to freeze,
their hands quietly pulled away,
like flowers withering,
no more warmth,
no more laughs,
no more shades of blue, purple or yellow,
no more "us".
Now, I would rewind those times,
the good times.
Nothing more than just memories,
Now stuck in the past,
creased into the folds of time
forever, like what it was meant to be,
but now?
Maybe, it was my fault.
Maybe, it was yours.
Maybe, it was us.
There were still,
So many questions to be asked.
So many years we could have had.
Maybe it was that.
I always loved you.
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 6:27 PM UTC
Once, they were happy,
She smiled and laughed,
When he asked and flushed,
They would walk together,
Their hands, intertwined,
Like folds in origami,
Strong but fragile.
Then, it begins to freeze,
their hands quietly pulled away,
like flowers withering,
no more warmth,
no more laughs,
no more shades of blue, purple or yellow,
no more "us".
Now, I would rewind those times,
the good times.
Nothing more than just memories,
Now stuck in the past,
creased into the folds of time
forever, like what it was meant to be,
but now?
Maybe, it was my fault.
Maybe, it was yours.
Maybe, it was us.
There were still,
So many questions to be asked.
So many years we could have had.
Maybe it was that.
I always loved you.
