Bittersweet memories,
Everything seems so old now.
Fleeting moments and destiny,
We weren't mean to be at all.
The truth comes back to me,
Everytime that I try to see,
The possibilities of us together,
They remind me of all the differences.
Left with nothings, time went by,
I kept asking answers to strangers passing by.
They told me stories they saw,
Truth from their perspectives.
Left with nothing after I Everything I gave you.
Painting the walls back to how they were,
Colors had faded away like they were from ages ago,
The questions the wall have heard,
My screams and my illogical laughs,
I don't regret one bit anything,
But you made me question it all.
Left with nothing as I look at myself,
My reflections don't reflect light,
Left with nothing I have even lost your petty promises.
Nothing now seems worth it at all.
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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...
