When you opened the door,
To your new home.
You invited me as your long time friend,
But she knew well, oh, she knew well,
She knew I desired something else.
I could never lie to anyone,
I bet everyone knew just not you.
You never spoke the language I decorated,
The letters I wrote to you often.
My words were a strange sound for you.
I would beg for anything to just have you.
But she is the one who will be living here with you.
Soon all these walls will call me a stranger,
And my expressions will be a guest here.
Is it sad? Is it going to break me?
I don't know, but I am not me.
I should be happy for you but I just can't resist.
Soon you'll call my name as a need,
Not as a habit like you once did.
It is definitely painting me with envy,
And I know I'm playing the losing game.
But all the time when you grabbed your joy,
Your warmth around you was shining.
I fell for that free and perfectly dimpled smile,
I was there all along knowing everyday you'll never once be mine.
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...
