Funny how we used to make promises,
As if the faces would never fade,
Believing the clouds would always stay in its place,

But oh well, look at us.

We’re walking on opposite roads
Stumbling across new hellos
And somehow,
Those knots seem blurry now
Perhaps we forget
Or maybe we were just too naive
To learn about temporary things.

Still dear precious,
Don’t point the arrows towards them
And don’t you lock yourself in your own prison of guilt
For no one is at fault
When it comes to growing up.

After all,
We were just a bunch of innocents
With nothing
But sparkling eyes and white hopes.



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