Past had been haunting the present,
Laughs echoing the valleys of deaths,
Revenge was never the option,
But you made me choose it.
The sword you pointed towards me,
Was enough to break every string,
Every part of my memories connecting to you,
Now feel like a nightmare I can't forget,
I wish desperately, I want to move on,
Every star and constellation I wish that far,
But I know no one can help me now,
I should've known I bought it on myself.
Fears and lies and every little truth,
Everything became that of the same shade,
No way I can differentiate this,
I was wondering where it all went down hill.
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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...
