They were delicate,
Those reflections.
In your decorated mirrors,
Across from the sheet to other world.
Although I never smiled,
When I stared deep in my own eyes,
In the reflections front of me,
I found peace with my thoughts.
Only did I later realise,
That were nothing but a curse,
I fell in love with fiction,
Fell in love with the nonexistent
What kind of joke did I make out of myself?
Tried to fit in words when I wasn't speaking,
Decorated the irony in my jewelry,
And wore it around without knowing anything.
Now, in this room full of people,
I walk with a hesitation,
I realised my mistakes,
Long after I made them.
Like their stares demanded answers,
I couldn't cover up with my smile,
They were ready to haunt me,
For the rest of my life.
But they were delicate,
Those reflections,
I envied the ones above,
Only to find I dragged myself to this level.
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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...
