It was raining cats and dogs...and love that day.
We proudly wore what mannequins were wearing through crowded days and deserted nights.
Under armpits and over smelly hair I got down from a train on a monotonous track to follow another
And like stars in nursery rhymes, everything beautiful would be juvenile
You were late at the overhead bridge but you still defined everything punctual to
the racing heart.
Hearts would be murdered and the elevator to my room would be the only eye-witness as it would blink zillions of times....letting us in...letting us out...
It took time but the toothbrush now shared its room with another one of its own as other little things too had company following our footsteps.
The seat belt at the co-driver seat now could finally make a move as its buckle clicked up with its love and defined our nights.
We mixed and hid memories inside an hourglass fearing and waiting for kingdom to come.
We departed when we realized that to change the sand...we had to break the clock.
Into glasses and between the mirrors of evil and the good
we stood apart waiting for someone to wear
what we are wearing in crowded days and deserted nights...
