Same scene, purple me
Hurt by the hands of opportunity
Skeptical about ever holding hands again
Betrayed to always think that the end scene might be different
But it’s always the same
It could all change
But the grey paint mixed with tears all over the floor of this room
Has changed me anyway
Should I still go outside
With these purple eyes...
We won’t ever see the same
(2016)
The poem is about me and my life that is almost always met by disappointment during this certain period.
#OccasionallyDisappointmentOccurring