Took a little walk
down the empty streets
Not knowing that you'll be the friend
to come along with me.
Picking flowers along every aisle
Hoping to create a magnificent bouquet
But I never knew for sure
that they'd die soon, all the same.
crash, clash, dash, smash
Told you to stay, to not take the risk,
but you still took a step--
The road has been paved
with the broken glass
of shattered promises.
Hopes and dreams, ruthless lies
Obscure imagery, my mind creates-
that my eyes can never see.
Smokes and ashes, there's no boundary
May have picked the rubbles
to reconstruct the whole,
but you built a peephole instead.
It could have been
my first time to see,
but the picture was blurred.
The bold sentence came from a book.
Originally dedicated to my beloved friend, Jerrika :)
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
