For someone who is claimed to be so rude,
The picture painted is rather dull,
The opinions encircled within,
Needs to get out better.
For the pointed out finger isn't big enough,
The claims thus seems so tiny and easy to ignore,
The smile on my face you see today,
Hides the millions tears of the night that passed.
It must seem like your story should matter,
And you might be sad it doesn't matter to me.
Bug how should I tell it to you,
That it matters and I pay tears to overcome it.
It has now become a brutal and lengthy game,
You are just not willing to go down a good way,
What end do you want to paint my sweetheart?
It seems like you forever want to steal my laughs.
It is so not fair for you to will and want,
That I should always keep a tab on you,
Someday your opinions won't matter,
Just a little bit but that is the truth.
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Our Violet Walls
Thơ CaBook #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...
