Skins

You sparked a time bomb in me which has no other way to be rid of other than to be let implode into shattering wishes of what ifs

You coming into my life is unforeseeable like drops of evening downpour falling down while the sun shines catching me by surprise out of my stupor

But that was five years ago when the sky was violet and we were green under the envy tree

Now we are dead to our love all that was left behind was a mausoleum made out of the skins of our sweet thoughts, entombed by time