Turning me blind,
The lights shine on me.
Unexpectedly I am the lead,
I never knew I was the story.
This stage I didn't set it up,
This stage I never planned it up.
So many things and yet,
I blame the time for this,
Turning me into a fool,
The lights shine on me.
I try just too desperately,
Make use of every treaty,
I signed back in my good times,
And still I am the misery.
Luxury should've made it easy,
But themes have consequences,
Am I trying to be petty?
Or just a silent while hurting?
I was a mistake that they made me,
All while they shone this light on me.
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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...
