I remember sitting on a bed

And doing our nails

As if the world depended on it

Telling stories while telling the truth

And it not being overrated

Sharing jokes and unforced laughs

And feeling comfortable around each other

No double lives and secrets

Creating the current awkwardness of our relationship

Enjoying our innocence and youth

On a purple playground

With two swings just for us

As if it would forever last

But you put it at its end

A/N: Couldn't help remembering the good old days…