The blue over me, painting my sight,
Every time I look up at the sky,
All my worries condense,
Into some kind of poetry.
Everything I think of someone,
I recall the bad memories,
The feelings never returned,
Only always kept giving away.
Now more than everything,
I just think of ways to come back up,
Been drowning for as longs as,
As long as I can only remember.
Sometimes I wish it was closer,
The sky, as if I was floating,
On the clouds of happiness,
But guess it will remain my dream for some more time.
The blue sky is intimidating,
The blue sky is welcoming,
I wish to get out and get up,
The blue sky is haunting 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...
