Hoped that I could create,
The happiness I seek.
Make and craft promises,
Like a fictional story.
But I turned out to be raged,
Attempts failed me,
My imagination scarred,
I am unable to dream.
Maybe I should take this chance,
Think of it as a dance,
And the sky and the stars,
Will become the floor to dance.
The rain will crash to the ground,
I will seek the sound,
Try to calm the deamons,
And try to shut my mouth.
Run and run across the streets,
Will not blame the destiny,
Hopefully would become a mess,
Of my consciousness as I,
Dream of a dream, within a dream.
I seek chances and challenge my sanity,
High hope, high skies and high people,
Everything seems so familiar when,
I decided to live this life like a dream,
Like a crafted dream within a dream.
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Our Violet Walls
PoetryBook #1 in the 'Coloured After Party' Poetry Series. 'Coloured After Party' is my second poetry series after my debut one known as 'If Only Happiness...' When everyone leaves, the night gets lonely with every passing minute. Keeping us in dilemma of...
