Saint wasn't me, sane wasn't thee,
Gone for good got a news,
The skies bellow, the lies echo,
I pray for destiny, and you for sanity.
The metaphors loved responsibilities ignored,
No meaning this is the feeling,
Of breaking apart while tearing,
With no answers no dears,
Life, became a lonely shame of poetry.
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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...
