It seems like a tragedy woven together,
To justify it, it has been written on paper.
To find some kind of truth in it,
The lies were painted the same colour.
But that is not how the destiny work?
The balance would always come to equilibrium,
But then too human heart can't stop,
It will hope, it will hope, it will hope.
And just like that one fine day,
I will get up to weave my song and harmony,
Will go ahead and give it your name,
In hope you'll look my way.
But just as always it will come to a way,
When these words would just pile up away,
Far away in the corner of the place,
We purchased to create our paradise.
But now it's just a place we don't want to return to,
A place to where we won't dare to move to,
Past seems like a sore spot now,
Any touch would lead only to the wounds.
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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...
