Calling out your name,
Wishing for you to stay,
But somewhere I knew,
I had sinned too much to wish for it.
Guitar strings are hurting too much,
Songs I write direct towards hurt,
So much to sing about in here,
But I fail to put out my words.
Did you hear the voice I let out,
To stop you from catching that train,
For I knew once you boarded it,
The distance will spam our universe.
Our little home destroyed to peices,
Shattered to the ground as the trust kept breaking,
So much to say and yet nothing to say,
This limbo is killing me.
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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...
