For the longest time I remember,
I struggled with those little colours,
I pushed myself and painted,
The rains and the whether.
The rain brought with it an interferance,
My mind distracted with the sound,
I try to find the reason to stop,
Since it's me alone, coloring now.
The crayons have lost their selves,
To make my figures colorful,
The paper is giving up on me as well,
But these sticks tend to never leave me alone.
I am happy, I am sad and I am everything at the same time.
I am tired of playing every role at once,
I keep painting the roof of our room,
And highlighting it with my tears indeed.
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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...
