On the crowded street,
The evening we never thought we would remember,
Taking stroll down the lane in the market,
I decided to buy for you that picture.
It didn't have much meaning,
Nor was it your favorite colour,
But it was mine, my favorite colour,
It was like a peice of mine that you'd adore.
We went back home, we cooked dinner,
The warmth that your house gave me,
I had a desire to make it mine,
To make that warmth and love mine forever.
I was truly trying to be selfish,
I was really promising myself something that could never be mine,
But when I could have taken a step back,
You hung that picture in a frame on the wall.
It was like a sign I wanted to cling to,
The urge to hold you as you recognized me,
As you recognized my gift and appreciated me,
I want the taste to stay for longer than it was intended to be.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Our Violet Walls
PoesiaBook #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...
