I remember all those times we would sit on that stupid brick wall,
Unsure on why we used to sit there and do nothing.
I remember all those times we spoke about meeting at the damn wall.
Oh, how it brought up the controversy and the frustration we never asked for.
I remember all those times we would sit, and only I would talk.
No matter how much I loved you then, you could've at least spoken back to me.
I'm reminiscent of the time when the sky faded into a rich pink in the evenings,
And the puddles glistened pink with diamonds of the sky's reflection.
I'm reminiscent of the busy traffic buzzing by the wired fence,
It gave me no silence to think.
But after all these years now,
The silence is unbearable.
After all these years, it has come to this.
Of all those times I tried to hold your hand,
Of all those times I tried to hug your small body,
Of all those times I tried to kiss those lips of yours,
You're swept away in the foreboding wind out of sight.
And now you lay in peaceful sleep, blanketed by rejection.
Abandoned by that fucking brick wall.
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