Ripped apart like shattered glass,
Before we reflected a colour,
Now a complete rainbow...
Memories drift off like an expensive perfume,
Before like a banquet of flowers,
Now just flat emptiness...
Looking down the memory lane,
With twists and turns and flat lanes,
We have seen it all,
Yet we choose to forget...
Promises are just words,
Strung messily into statements,
They never stood a chance,
To hold our broken paths...