The pretty picture of the future you painted,
Will never take shape, I’m afraid.
You did allure with all those colors.
But my mind you’ve truly tainted.
Stripping it off all its pride,
To let it decay, crying at the fact
- All aspects of hope have died.
You artistically painted a paradise for me.
But it was just a snare, I guess.
The bird of hope caged in my head,
Has now been set free.
Well, the harshness of the truth has got on my spine.
It’s got me moved and speechless.
Your canvas has lost its shine.
The thought if the future was refreshing.
But now it doesn’t anymore.
The vile attacks of your false trickery,
I’m tired of defending.
The strike of realization is keeping me jaded.
They don’t seem so colorful anymore.
I guess your pretty picture has faded.
2 comments:
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This is the best piece I read for quite some time and I swallow poetry for breakfast. Really impressed. You write so smoothly yet complex... putting words to feelings sometimes difficult to define.
Your poetry rocks, man.
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Becc, you just made my day when I read ur comment! Sorry, I didnt write it earlier. I didnt know whether i shud be posting comments on my own poems.. :P *feels silly*
this has got to be the best comment i have ever received, and coming from you (one of my all time favourites) i know that this poem must be really good for that matter :D THANX!!! ^^
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