The glitter was soon to be swept off,
It would just slide and stay in the corner,
Right where the room would never glow,
Like the glitter's existence did nothing but clutter.
The decision to smile was a pull off,
It was more like proving a point that wasn't existing,
For so many of my thoughts came from a push,
That I kept giving myself, just hurting.
The count for good memories was low,
Never imagined the reasons would fall short,
And smiling would become a burden,
In this love I thought was written in stars.
What glory did I boast about?
What kind of dawn was I waiting for,
Head hurting with those noises,
And I still was confused about my laughs.
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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...
