I remember smiling all carefree,
Weaving dreams as if I own them,
Parts and peices of stories,
That I wanted to decorate on pages.
But chances are miracles,
Can be stolen anytime from you,
I learnt this lesson the hard way,
Trying to make sense of my insanity.
Sometime long back in my memory,
I clinged to love for happiness,
Realised that love was going to hurt a lot,
It won't ever become an easy game.
It would always be a ruthless gamble,
No fairytale paints to paint the sparkle,
For sometime after that realization,
My smile seemed to have disappeared.
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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...
