The one that I stole to keep with myself,
A notorious thief or so the world knew me,
Stealing things precious to others heart,
I did well to spoil my name.
But then you came with your ice and skates,
Ringed the whole arena with your game,
They called you the prine of the dreams,
But I was keeping the light you'd need.
A poetic war I started within myself,
Didn't want to get tamed, but wanted to take,
Everything for myself so you'll need me,
I was the toxic one and I knew it.
Everyday a conversation with myself,
I knew that the problem was nothing,
I tried to reach the places you had been,
Stealing the light making you think you lost it.
VOUS LISEZ
Our Violet Walls
PoésieBook #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...
