They were just words,
There was no reason for them to hurt so much.
No reason for them to wound the innocent.
But they did.
Made a point through their poetry,
Designed excuses to commemorate it,
I must've looked so stupid while hoping,
That life allows some space for changes.
It doesn't, it doesn't appreciate miracles.
For the knives will always cut through,
Draw the constellations on my heart,
Just to showcase the pretty excuse.
It's getting exhausting,
Holding up to these feelings,
Knowing all to well that I am drowning,
I am drowning a for long time since.
Must've been a circus to watch,
Me going from crazy to calm,
Just to explode yet again and break the stance.
Life was so much better when our roads hadn't been crossed,
Yet.
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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...
