Is this something so difficult?
I keep asking to myself,
Writing and throwing out speechs,
Slowly figuring out things.
I know I started out too late,
There were people waiting in the queue,
I know perhaps I didn't stand a chance,
But I wanted to try and drive through.
Thinking I could feel proud of myself,
If I jump down from the cliff,
People standing up there would appreciate,
A good entertainer like me.
Claps and cheers, I needed them.
I desired the most obvious,
Selfish, that's what was written,
Beside the mirror on the paper I loved.
YOU ARE READING
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...
