Strip your colors
And hue your life with circumstance
You only smile at the most irrelevant things
And you only care for the pearls and the dose of pricey jewelry
When you'd take a look at my face,
The dimensions gleam its fullness of life and sheer happiness
My complexion wizens and I turn old
Old enough to realize your gaze
Old enough to study your piercing eyes
Old enough to replenish my heart with the tears of my unseen soul
Old enough to leak towards the masterpiece of this place
Old enough to emotionally accept pain and take it as a factor of ordinary
I am old
Very old
In fact, I am way too old now
I have only felt religion when I am standing on my own;
my body standing as straight as a ruler..
Erect and shadowing the past
Everything is blue
The crippled sheets on my bed
The chipped paint on my bedroom wall
The shattered dreams that I once wanted to pursue
You proudly left a hole in my divine milky way
And you proudly broke the glass vase my eyes once decided to take into the consideration of being
I was once your glass vase
The way you would shimmer your body and take mine as a fragile, little bird
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁