You are my favourite memory
As I lay in here
Doing nothing
But procrastinating
Imagining
Different versions of love
The should and could have beens
All in the lane of my lucid dreams.
And if I could rerun it all over
I would take that risk to cross the river
Step on the line
Make You really mine
Curve all the straight lines
To meet your point into mine.
But everything is falling apart
There are debris everywhere
And every piece will land into their rightful places
As I find every missing piece of my puzzles.
