tales of broken heart 3am #2

“You and I are on the dead end road. There’s nothing we can’t do except painting this wall ahead us  with beautiful colors called memories.
No way will ever we break this wall.
So we go back and forth with the same straight road and until we’re exhausted too much to drawing the same absurdity,
or until I walk away and leave this forbidden love?

-late night thoughts.

03.04 am

xx,

fancy vanilla.