There were no doubts left,
Right when you left.
Everything became clear as the dawn,
I was alone and lonely.
The fever never went down,
As I continued to fall down,
Every single smile turned to a frown,
And I was running, breathless.
More or less thought about you,
The story was never of me and you,
It was your all along the way,
And that fact stabbed me to death.
As I continued to run around,
Finding my way around,
My mudsoaked gown, drenched,
Our tales of hatred.
For more than years now,
Everything is dead now,
Every single photo frame,
The proof of our hatred.
Why see dreams at night,
When they would shatter our nights,
Too many hints along the way,
The breaking streak of our hatred.
No love was meant to stay,
All that was left was stuck to stay,
My violet walls now haunt me,
These beautiful shades, our tales of hatred.
The haze never intended to clear,
I was blind even with every detail so clear,
I am paying the price of my ignorance,
I'm the villain of our tales of hatred.
YOU ARE READING
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...
