The wall is getting higher.
I can barely see your face.
Remember when we could see each other fully?
We were still young.
Now I can only see your hazel eyes.
They seem so dark.
They seem like black holes.
Black holes full of lies.
There was a time when you thought twice before opening your mouth.
Your mouth.
It seems like a stream.
It's water running slowly, reflecting the glowing moon.
I know what you did but when I asked, your stream shed lies.
I miss our conversations.
I miss our laughs.
I have to admit I miss you.
The real you.
You've changed and I don't think I can bring you back.
I guess everything is fake between us now.
As the wall blocks us forever, I take a glance at your black holes.
They were staring at me emotionless.
I know I'll try to mend us but my will is running as fast as the lies your stream poured.
Maybe with time you will break the wall.
Old friend.
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A/N: This is a little personal story but with a lot of exaggeration. I'm not a great writer of one-shots (or stories) but I really want to know what you think. So please read, comment, vote and share.
Peace, da Panda
