The peices set up perfectly,
The story designed for an ending,
Emotions aside, worship the whims,
This feelings will bring the epiphany.
It's not our matter to care for now,
All there is needed is a big ball,
To make a bet and take it down,
The losers will go home crying now.
The secrets well kept with kings,
Their minsters are the pawns of the story,
But the one suffering is someone diffrent,
Blame the game, for the game is just me.
Hope and dreams are on the line,
It will break and just have a rise,
The mountains will be moved if,
Grit is stronger than the promise.
And much more is yet to be woven,
Hopes were shattered first,
To tell in the courts, I have a story,
I am a clown, but atleast I am winning.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Our Violet Walls
PoesíaBook #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...
