Felt like an easy chore to do,
Fall in love was so beautiful,
But staying in love became difficult,
When there was no tike to give.
It became a task to complete,
With no appreciation at the end waiting,
Just the same old smile with tired eyes,
Our love was still unbuild.
The portions to cover became a thing,
To do only when we were suffocating,
Needing with a desperation in hiding,
Our love was unbuild with many more bricks,
Already build over one another,
And yet to build a wall of our home,
The paradise we designed when we fell,
Fell in love and out of it as well.
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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...
