Thought it should have sunny,
But everyone left to go away.
Footprints walking away from me,
I should've been used to it by now.
The beach has never been this cold,
On a Sunday Summer afternoon,
Why did it turn out like this?
When I thought midnight were better than being lonely.
In a crowded place,
When everyone seem to stare at me,
Notion of breaking mess,
I don't know what washes away at this beach.
No one taught me what to do,
When everyone leaves?
No one ever talks about the time,
What to do when someone leave?
It's become a self-absorbing scar,
I am not myself now.
I can't imagine being happy with,
These violet summer wars.
When everyone smiles on my face,
And then turn their back,
Why is it so difficult to find that,
One real person who cares for me.
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...
