The ink spread through the sheet,
The blank space soon covered black,
Travelling through the threads with a speed,
Tainting the colour forever dark.
It could have been the destiny of a beautiful picture,
Or perhaps a lonely heart's poem,
But now all it nothing but a sheet,
With a dark spot defining its destiny.
No one could now change fate,
The darkness cannot be changed with the light,
No rays of brightness could change the colour,
The paper had its fate decided.
Whose mistake was it though?
The ink who spill on the paper or,
The paper who allowed the ink on itself,
The question would spark nothing but a debate.
The tainted paper are forever a shame,
They can not be anything beautiful they say,
But the princess of night wrote her poetry,
On the same black painted sheet.
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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...
