The flower was supposed to wither,
The petals destined to fall down,
Make a deathbed below the flower,
And wait till the time blows out.
The candle will soon melt down,
And the light will be stolen,
The cols will take over the room,
And the beast will have to return.
The good deeds won't be appreciated,
The smiles will slowly fade,
The heart will be clenched in a stone,
And every road will block the way.
Dreams will be cursed for eternity,
The sunset will release the demons,
Life will take a turn for the worst,
For you made him do it, pretending fragile.
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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...
