Memoirs can be abandoned — her empty heart is what drives her strong just like what she covers, in her face.
Ghosts of their shadows spelled out in her grip — call upon them like a spirit that desires to be summoned.
She was standing amid the ghost town — there she was closing her eyes — stomach churning, when she recognized him.
They were glaring at each other who will triumph? It was that vie — of whom should move first — “I still love you.”
He spoke with a smirk — her thoughts are like the battleground “Should I trust him?” She called for her shadow — only the beeping noise of the cricket's songs can be drawn in the area — she grappled to resist the cracks, frightened, it will shower.
He threw that stifle laugh a natural one — she couldn't ignore; He attempted to contain the rushing vessels that forced them to be one.
They tried to settle in the present — left the Ghost Town of their oppressed minds imprisoned the aged allure, at the back of their heads.
Maybe — this way will work, and they don't have to fight anymore.