Backspaces
Backspaces
All the texts I wrote and never sent
All the backspaces that set the words free
Made it harder for you to know what's inside me
A small hut in the woods, with smell of petrichor
A vinyl playing songs from a simpler time
A cup of your favourite tea and the sight of your smile
All your narratives and infectious laughter,
Built on my thoughts, vanished in lucid dreams
The bond we thought could last forever,
Gave away in no time..
Was it all my fault or none at all?¿?