Our Violet Walls

Death was near

The winds gave signals,
The sky was bothered too,
My heart was pounding the rhythm,
I wasn't familiar to.
My eyes looked for the signs,
I was blind to the obvious,
The pictures were fainting away,
And I was busy looking out for you.
Guess love was a dangerous game,
And I was never playing it right,
Was busy designing my little world,
And you were destroying the lives.
And one was mine you liked,
And one was mine you lined,
Up for destroying in your story,
To make a tale out of the hurt.
You knew very well about it,
You knew I would hurt myself,
If you ever showed the signs,
To abandon and leave me.
Maybe I was done with life,
Maybe I was looking out for wrong desire,
Just like another page in your life,
My story was ending the design.
I laid out for myself since the start,
I never was brave enough to love,
Should I blame you or just myself,
For loving the wrong heart and person.
But now I notice the winds,
They changed their directions,
And the picture frames we hung on the walls,
The walls themselves are crumbling down.
Moreover this was never the thing,
What they call, love affair, for you.
You were deceive the entire time,
And I failed to notice, my death was near.