The whole lot of communication and fighting the urge to meet halfways had to end anyway.
Whiskey with water in my glass giving a shade of yellow, yellow of remembrance and the moments my lips touched yours.
The letters and the happy endings, my faded fantasy twirling together in the glass entailing nothing but a sound that could tear you apart inside a hollow cave. The barbed syllables that I had for you lost its track midway,I left the words wading slowly to make you feel that the maroon of our beguiling conversations are over.
Of broken chords and sweet honey whispers..
The breathing sun and running around the dingy lanes,my last peg had a dead soul dipped with a knife like word "Forgotten".
I saw cigarette smoke in between our subconsciousness and sublime kisses.
Can we just pretend for one last time that we were nothing bottled up in something?
