Thoughts

Every so often, I feel like going back to how we were All that love and care From time to time , i think of the comfort I got from you Just to go back to make all of our future plans come true From the bunglow , we dreamt of.. The gorgeous interior spin offs The wide open backyard garden Which beg to be pardoned Having those lovely rose bushes with thorns Still haven't gotten to mourn But then I end up thinking of all the other sectors Just no room for spectators Was always your word against mine Always a thin line Every occasion Became a big drama situation Handling the tiny joys i had To all the insecurities you had What could we have even done to fix it? I think we were broken from the start...