The climbers run up the pole,
The rain drops sliding down the leaves,
A drop fell down on the paper,
And that just messed her poetry.
The words smudged into each other,
Her tears or the rain she was confused,
But what so ever, the writing was spoiled,
She was once again all alone and dazed.
She remembered him like a song,
She tried to sing it to make a company,
But no amount of time would help her,
Heal her scars, wounds and destiny.
That rainy evening felt so fateful,
The raindrops trickled down her face,
For the longest of time as she remembered,
She was never really by herself.
And now that she was just alone,
She could not make out the difference,
She had been alone all the time with him,
But perhaps her heart was peirced by the loneliness.
The longing to hold someone's hand,
The desire to hold on to someone.
And desperation to forever stay the same,
While time carefully arranged the departure.
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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...
